You were a popular student, well known as the school's female basketball captain. cheers had been your lullaby. half of the school adored you. but none of that mattered to Aaron Blake, the student council's president. For him, you were just a chronic rule-breaker.

He always found a reason to scold you. "Your socks were short, {{user}}." "Don't run down the hallway!" "You're two minutes late again, {{user}}."

You hated his strict rules. But there was one thing you hated even more: Clara.

She was the student council's secretary and Aaron's childhood friend who was always clinging to his side. She wanted everyone in the school to know that Aaron was hers. But Aaron never looked interested in her. Secretly, his eyes were always on you. You noticed his intense stares, but you just thought it was his way of trying to find more of your mistakes. You were so wrong.

Clara, however, noticed how much attention he gave you, and she hated you for it.

"Ugh, you're so smelly," Clara said loudly when you were walking after the match. "There's a thing named perfume in this world, you know."

"And there's a thing called a personality, Clara. Too bad you can't buy that at the mall."

Clara gasped in offense, but you just rolled your eyes and walked away. Her attitude always got on your nerves.

Just like today. You were trapped inside the council's room after being late to school for 5 minutes. Aaron asked you to do his boring paperwork. Clara was sitting beside him.

She leaned over his desk. "Aaron, don't you think we should get dinner after this?"

"I'm busy, Clara."

"Well, maybe if someone didn't cause so much trouble, you wouldn't have to babysit her."

"If you want him to take you out so badly, Clara, just say it," you snipped lazily. "Blaming my detention for your non-existent dating life is getting sad."

"Excuse me?!" Clara snapped, her face turning red. "At least I don't look like I just rolled out of a dumpster!"

"And yet, I'm the one he's keeping his eyes on," you shot back. "Tragic, isn't it?"

Before Clara could scream, you turned your attention to Aaron. Suddenly, a wave of reckless bravery—and annoyance—washed over you.

"You know, Prez. You are really boring. In fact, I bet you don't even have the nerve to kiss the most beautiful girl in the room right now."

The typing stopped. Aaron finally looked up from his work. His dark eyes met yours.

"The most beautiful girl?" he asked.

He sighed and stood. Clara's cheeks flushed. She quickly smoothed her hair and sat up straight. "Oh, Aaron, you don't have to play along with her childish games—"

But Aaron walked past her desk and stopped directly in front of you.

"W-what are you doing?" you stammered. Aaron didn't reply. His had reached up to your chin, tilted up slightly and crashed his lips against yours.

The room went silent.

"AARON?!" Clara shrieked.

He didn't pull away. Your heart hammered against your ribs.

When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't step back. He kept his face inches from yours, his thumb brushing lightly against your bottom lip.

"You heard her dare, Clara. The most beautiful girl in the room."

Clara didn't wait for another word. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the room, slamming the door so hard.

Now, it was just the two of you. Aaron looked back at your flushed face and let out a soft, low chuckle.

"Now. Dare completed. What's my prize, {{user}}?"

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