"You like Mr. Sean..."

Oh, the horror. Am I that obvious?

"You must be mistaken..."

"I can see it in your eyes babe, the way you look at him when he wasn’t looking. The way you sketch him in your notes. I'm not a fool to know that you have a thing for that stupid teacher!"

"He's not stupid, he's really sweet and I've known him all my life!" I should have just kept my mouth shut; I'm the one who is already caught in the act and being blackmailed.

"So you do like him, no wait let me rephrase that, you’re having an affair with him. Kinky.” He clicked his tongue. “What if I told the whole school your secret? You know, student-teacher relationships are illegal. If the school were to find out, not only is he going to lose his job, he’ll go to jail too."

Come on, what is he, a freaking sadist? … Well it is true that I had a thing for Jason, but that’s beside the point.

I dropped to my knees, practically begging. "Please don't..."

"This would be fun - you could be my toy..." His lips curled, as he drummed his fingers together as any scheming villain would do.

"Why can't we keep this a secret huh?” I tried to negotiate, “I know your secret, and you know mine. We can just forget this all happened..."

"Because I hate you!" well that caught me off guard...

"What did I do? I was simply minding my own business!" I sobbed, bursting into tears.

"Your attitude is annoying, when I was nice, you always ignored me. The super, popular, cool me! It's like you don't even know I exist!"

"That’s it? That’s your reason? Are you that much conceited? I don't like to talk to anyone, heck, I ignore everyone, I don't like people, and I prefer being lost in my own world!"

"Then how did a freak like you even made a place in the intelligence exam? I find it hard to believe you actually made it to top one."

"You're bummed about the finals? What's so good about it?"

To be honest, I forgot all about those exams... I couldn't believe it either... me being in the top ranks and part of one of the smart-ass cool kid’s class wasn't part of my agenda.

"I'm perfect if you are as you say was ‘minding your own business’ you wouldn't have been at the top at my place! It's simply stupid of me to get frustrated over these things, but you get it, don't you?"

Oh, trust me, I did. At this point, nothing was making any sense. Had I known passing the exams would have set off all of these chain events, I wouldn’t have taken the exam in the first place. Quite frankly, I don’t even know how I even scored high considering the fact that I didn’t even study for it.

"I'm so unlucky..." I wallowed.

"Shut up you deserved it... You've probably been studying your ass off... I'm just too busy with the council... but then again, you are to blame for everything!"

"Fine it's all my fault for whatever it was I'm being blamed for, happy?"

How could I defend myself when he didn't even want to listen to me?

My feet felt weak, all of this was too much to take in. Soon I was on my knees unable to control my tears, I was crying in front of this heartless boy who didn't care about anyone other than himself.

I really am unlucky.

Brett places his hand on my shoulder, his tone softened as he saw me crying my eyes out right in front of him.

"Paige... I'm sorry about my rudeness earlier; I think my wording was a little harsh..."

Ya think?

A spring of hope washed over me, "Prez is that really you?"

"Of course it is..." he replied, his tone cool and composed just like the old Brett I met oh so many hours ago.

"So you'll let me off?"

"No." he snapped, activating his second half once more. Was he trolling me? Perhaps he was, maybe he had set this all up, maybe there were hidden cameras everywhere pulling some sick joke on me... so cruel of him.

"Is there anything I can do?" I whined feeling perplexed and tired. I simply want to leave, disappear, and forget this all happened.

"Of course you can, you can be my slave, and you can start tomorrow by buying me lunch."

"But..." I whined it's becoming a habit now.

He flashed a megaphone suddenly appearing out of nowhere... where did he get that? I was beginning to think he did set this all up.

"Hey everyone," he began daring me to refuse, and I could tell he wasn't going to hold back on his next words, "this is the student council president. Paige Levine is..." shit can anyone even hear this? It was after school so I doubt it... but then again, you can never be sure.

"You're so evil Brett Boyce"

"You sure you want me to continue?"

"No, wait...” I clung onto his knees, behind him I thought I saw something moving. “I'll do it!"

"You better or else..." he lifted the megaphone, a victorious smirk parading over his features.

I already hate him.

"Oh, and I wouldn't want to eat something cheap, although I'd love to try something spicy..." and he sets off leaving me alone, moping in my misery.

It’s official. I hate my life. What did I get myself into?

Suddenly a hand landed on my shoulder, and I jumped back, trembling in fear.

Jason’s hand retreated, a look of concern set in his questioning eyes. Where was he this whole time? And seriously where do they all come from?

"Did something happen, kiddo?" he inquired worryingly.

"It's nothing,” I lied, shaking off my former jumpiness, “I just tripped..." He didn’t seem to buy it either. Was I really that transparent?

"Wanna get some ice cream on the way?" He offered, flashing me that sexy Jason-like smile I had always loved. I nodded smiling halfheartedly.

At least he's got his old self back. But oh boy, what in the name of Mother Mary have I gotten myself into?