What youth is

The offer; the council

"Hey, Allan!"

I turn around to see Jaqueline. She runs up against me at an unobservable speed, and hugs me. I immediately want to scrunch up.

"get off me," I grit through my teeth. The rest of the students eye me for making contact with apparently 'one of the cutest girls' in our year. Sure It felt nice to get hugged but insanely embarrassing too. I push her away, where she walks back a little.

"That's how I'm going to greet the student council president." She smiled at me angelically. For once she didn't daunt me in any way.

"cool," I replied apathetically.

'Really, that all you're gonna give me?" She asked innocuously.

"Thanks, for the hug," I sighed.

I turned around and began to walk again when she caught up with me again. Her hair style was different now, it was shorter like shoulder length, and her eyes were even more distinct than they used to be.

"Just saying we have a meeting today after school," She updated me.

I nod my head and keep walking ahead, with my signature bored with life look. I don't mean to talk big but Its hard being genius, especially when you easily defeat every problem in front of you and are a few years away from being an official independent adult.

I had to say Jaqueline would end up second place, like she nearly always does, she seemed to have her life figured out as well, having a well-paying part time job in a high rise restaurant at a luxury hotel uptown. That's all I was aware about her.

"How's your job as a waiter?" She asked.

"Ahhhhh," She was intimidating me again. I have never seen her at my diner, and how would she know where I worked? "Great, I guess, minimum wage"

I still got around $50 for 4 hours, and $200 on the weekends, as well as bonuses. The boss was a really nice guy and everything so he would often give me a bonus, if I worked extra hard. Because my parents agreed to pay for the apartment, all I have to do is earn enough for food and clothes and resources.

"How much do you earn?" I asked back.

"Eh, around minimum wage as well." She replied back. We were also in the same class for this year as well. Turns out I was elected back in December around before the holidays and then when the new year started, the principal asked if I wanted to refuse this offer. I guess it makes sense, I could possibly be against it in the first place.

"Do you come to my diner often?" I asked.

"Yeah, the boss there is my old man's brother," She smiled. "He really loved cooking for people, it was like his passion, so he scraped enough money to start out his own successful diner. Inspiring story huh?"

"Hmmm yeah, I guess," I murmured.

"Has anyone told you, that you would be popular if you tried?" She asked. I stopped in my tracks, stopping her too.

"Who told you to incept that idea?" I questioned.

"No one..." She trailed off. I began to walk again, she's not the type to lie, but she won't pry either. "Is there a problem with that? Sorry,"

"No, Sorry, I got scary back there, I shouldn't be so callous and insensitive," I self-criticized.

"It's just that people think, you could be popular if you put in some effort into your looks, you always look like you just woke up, with the weirdest clothing choices," She observed me. "Besides you're the student council president now, you got to set a good example now," She counselled. I sighed and kept on walking ahead.