chapter four: enter: school council president

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ENTER: SCHOOL COUNCIL PRESIDENT

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ENTER: SCHOOL COUNCIL PRESIDENT

ENTER: SCHOOL COUNCIL PRESIDENT

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13c's classroom

levi stood at the front of the room like a raptor studying his territory. his rigid scrutiny swept across the rows of desks, searching, no, hunting, for the person jean had just carelessly outed.

a wild rhythm drummed inside you, quickening as his eyes moved nearer to your seat.

you suddenly found yourself wishing you could melt into the floor, vanish into the very fibres of the carpet. you tried to make yourself smaller, hunching your back, and lowering your head.

but it was useless. the intensity of his being was like a physical force, pinning you in place as if you were a specimen under a microscope.

and then, he reached you.

and everything came to a halt.

a cord of recognition sparked between you, cutting through your facade. you felt exposed, every cautiously guarded secret laid bare under his piercing glare. in that instant, you knew.

your blood ran cold.

he remembered.

a crushing sense of defeat settled deep in your gut, hauling you down. every breath grew shallow as if you were trying to draw air through a narrow straw, making it harder and harder to breathe.

the president's lips parted, about to drop the bomb.

"you. you're—"

you couldn't let him finish, not in front of everyone.

a surge of adrenaline exploded, propelling you to your feet before you even comprehended what you were doing. your chair fell back, the sound resonating louder than it had any right to be. everything around you tipped, but you ignored it, driven by an urgency you didn't know you possessed.

your hand shot out, seizing the collar of levi's blazer in a vice-like grip, the fabric stiff under your shuddering fingers. your heart throbbed so violently it drowned out the chorus of exclamations and snickers that gurgled around you.

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