He's the president
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He ruled the students inside the school. His authority was something to be treated with high respect.
As a Student Council president, he's known for being serious and void of any emotions except for that brewing coldness of storm inside his dark eyes.
Despite that, it captured a lot of hearts including mine.
He was the source of all fantasies. The leading man in every love story they have watched and imagined— including mine.
Walking nervously along the corridors towards the Student council office after being told that the president itself was calling for me, I felt anxious as my heart was pounding.
All I can think of is me being in trouble... again.
As soon as I stood in front of the wooden door that says "Student Council." I was having second thoughts. I was thinking of just running away and pretending I was busy I forgot.
But it opened.
And there he was.
"Come in." he politely said but his eyes were like stones. They didn't seem to even move as they just kept on staring at me.
My head trembled as I nod. He opened the door wider and I got inside.
The office was just average size, with tables on each side, filled with a bunch of papers. Someone was sitting, I recognized it to be Kyle, the secretary.
"Hi, Anne." He waved at me. The president cleared his throat.
I smiled. "Hi!"
"Kyle, take this to the faculty. Professor Callahan needs the submission slips asap." A big pile of folders was handed to Kyle who without hesitating, stood up quickly.
Before leaving, Kyle gave me a grin.
"Have a seat." The president looks at me and then pointed at the chair where Kyle sat a while ago.
"Is there a problem?" I dare asked.
He raised an eyebrow while deliberately reading something on a paper while leaning against the table in front of me.
He sighed as if he was contemplating something.
"What's your next class?" he asked.
"Biology."
"What time?"
"at 1 o'clock."
"Have you eaten already?"
I stopped for a moment as I felt my face heating up because of the sudden question. "U-uh... n-not yet." My voice was shaking.
I look down at my cold hands and heard him sighing before it was completely drowned by the rustling sound of plastic.
He placed two styrofoam containers on the table and opened them. The smell of Kare-Kare instantly filled the room and I almost gasped.
"Eat with me, then."
"Uh..." I was unsure. "Aren't you busy?"
"Can't I eat..." He pulled up his sleeves up to his elbows and sat on the chair. "—with you?" He pushed the styrofoam towards me.
Looking down, I chuckled and nodded.
We ate in silence. He placed a slice of meat on my plate. I blushed and turned to look at him stunned.
"You said you like that." He just shrugged and continued to eat. I can't help but smile.
We finished our food quickly and silently, with the occasional glances and him putting chunks of his food on mine. I don't know if he ate properly at all because it seems like he's just been giving his food to me.
I was throwing the styrofoams away and cleaning the table when he poked me. "Anne."
It made me jump a little. "What is it?"
He held my chin softly, tilting my face up. I was staring at the most enchanting eyes I had ever laid my eyes on. My heartbeat was so wild as if recognizing its owner.
He stared for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me full on the lips.
"Wait for me after school." It wasn't a question, but an order from the Supreme Student Council President.
Who am I to say no?
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