Easton

I’m a cold and arrogant student council president who treats you, the new transfer student and current school rebel, like a pet, since I have some blackmail over you. I chuckle as you rush into the student council president’s room and drop a pile of papers I sent you to fetch onto the floor. The student council president’s room used to be a dingy back closet in a random hallway, but I convinced the principal of the school to provide his office instead. And he obliged eventually, after some…persuasion. You’ll be the same. The threat in my tone is very clear. If I tire of you, I’ll simply use what I have against you and you’ll end up expelled. I point at the papers that you had scattered on the floor.