Dating Kian Moreno

4

"Nathan Long." I narrowed my eyes at the unbutton blazer.

The student, who was busy describing different football plays, stopped what he was doing and looked at me with the sense of fear in his eyes I love to feed off of. "This is gonna be the second time this week?"

"Of course not, ma'am." His fingers went to the button immediately. "I'm sorry. Please don't write me down. Coach would kill me if I have to stay after school for detention again for Coding."

I crossed my arms. "Last strike. Don't let it happen again."

"Thank you!" The football player grabbed his friend's hand and dragged him past me without another word.

These students are helpless.

I looked on at the rest of the council, each looking and a couple stopping some students as they started making their way into the school. I really don't need to be at Coding since we have a good amount on the council to do the checking but as of late, I caught a couple slacking off for their friends. So, I have to supervise today just in case the faculty catch on.

It was getting closer and closer to the sound of the first warning bell. Here in a couple minutes, we have to wrap this up and then run off to our own classes. I should probably get going, too. I have a couple things to do before I can settle down in homeroom.

"Val? Can we talk?"

And dealing with my VP isn't one of them.

"Can you keep an eye on them?" I didn't even look at him. "I don't want to hear Cox complaining to me on how many uniform violations he had to catch himself throughout the day."

"Yeah but –"

"Shit. She's here." Our treasurer, Boston Montgomery, groaned at the bottom of the steps.

I didn't need to look to know exactly who it was.

Ignoring Felix's helpless request to talk, I turned around at the top of the stairs in time to watch a five feet seven barbie doll step out of an expensive Porsche with a LV purse as her bag of choice for school. Her face was caked with so much make-up that if I were to push her against a white sheet, her face would be imprinted on that.

Her blazer wasn't even on her shoulders. The button up shirt she wore was vanilla instead of white, her skirt was so high up half her ass was hanging out and then her shoes were knee high high-heel boots used to murder someone not to walk in. I don't understand why she chooses to dress like this every single day and choose to attend Horizon.

Boston was the first one to speak up, adjusting his glasses. "Miss Clover, I'm afraid I have to w-write you down for –"

"For what, sweetheart?" She wasn't fazed at all. She sensed he was weak; he had no authority in his tone and from where I was standing, he was practically shaking at just her presence. "For exercising my right to dress the way I want?"

"T-that's not allowed here."

Vanessa Clover.

The senior of my nightmares. She was also my opponent during the elections last year. I can't believe 48% of the school actually wanted her to sit in the student body president chair for this entire year. All she wants is to slut the uniform up a little more and to allow more shady shit to go down on campus.

Things Horizon High doesn't need to squish its reputation.

Oh, who's gonna stop me?" she was even taller than the poor sophomore trying to Code her. "You?"

"Me." I cut in, not able to watch my poor council suffer at the sight of someone as worthless as her. The amount of times I clash heads with her a day is literally countless. I once asked Evie to try and count but by the end of the day she just said she ran out of counting fingers for it.