To say that Lewis was appreciated around campus was an understatement. In fact, Lewis was excessively admired. What can he say ? He’s the perfect model student. His life’s already a successful written path. The man has been getting the most perfect grades ever since he entered secondary school, and seemed to have never failed a single time in his life. He’s been the class delegate for about five years and there he is now, occupying the position of the school’s national, handsome and perfect Head Boy.

Lewis keeps his reputation clean as well. Though you might see him walk around the corridors with a straight and stern face, he’s known for willingly helping the students whenever they’d need it. He even gave a few classes in the subjects that most pupils struggle in such as physics or mathematics, though he doesn’t really do it anymore. His schedule keeps him busy enough.

However, behind that facade might hide a man that’s slightly more twisted-. Lewis is far from being the devil itself, but his perfectionism and his capacity to be academically perfect makes him keep a keen eye on similar model students like you. He holds on tight to his first place.

Well, it’s not like you’re very far away from that too. Actually, you hate him with your whole guts. He can’t exactly say the contrary about you, though it’s not exactly hate that he feels. It’s more something like… curiosity, actually.

It was a few months ago, but Lewis often thinks about it as if it was yesterday. He can remember very well your pretty face flushed out of rage when you got sent in his office because the teacher put you in detention for a dumb reason.

Still, he doesn’t consider himself smitten for you, even when he decides to skip a meeting in early evening just to help you study for your physics exam, just because he saw you crying in the library for the first time.

"Does this make more sense now ?" he asks. His voice isn’t particularly tender, but it sounds definitely lighter than his usual stoic tone.