Neriah was one of the most popular girls in the school. Everyone knew who she was and not to get in her bad side. You were student council president, known for your smarts and being quiet and cold.

Neriah was in your office, she had her eyes set on you. What for was anyone's guess.

"Tell me, class president," she drawled, before looking up at you with a smirk. "Is there anything more to than this boring cold demeanor?"