Mr Class President Secretly Has Anger Issues

Zach Lev had it all.
Smart, composed, effortlessly the best-academics, sports, social life. For three years, he ruled as class president, the golden boy everyone admired.

But Zach had a secret.

He was a gamer.

And not just any gamer-a rage-fueled menace when it came to losing. His patience? Nonexistent. His temper? Snapped faster than a crocodile's jaw.

His game of choice? Soul World. A brutal multiplayer RPG where skill and strategy ruled. Zach had both-but patience? Not a chance.

Then, one match changed everything.

"Maybe you're just not that good," a smooth voice mocked.

Zach's eyes snapped to the leaderboard.

Username: SuperJstar.

Sitting smugly at the top.

Zach's blood boiled. "Bitch? Duel me then."

[Challenge sent.]
[Challenge accepted.]

Big mistake.

Except-it wasn't.

SuperJstar was too fast. Dodging, countering, predicting Zach's every move like he had ESP.

Then-
GAME OVER.

Silence.

"WHAT."

I'm a flash, Zach's headset flew across the room.

"Fucking hacker, imagine using cheats-imaginenothavingalife- HOPE YOU ROT IN HEL-"

[Warning: You have been temporarily muted, avoid cussing in VC!]

Laughter crackled through his speakers. "Damn. I expected more from 'Mr. Cool and Collected.'"

If they ever met in real life-
He was throwing hands.

...Unfortunately, they already had met.

...

The next morning, Zach walked into class as usual-calm, composed.

No one could tell he had nearly destroyed his headset.

He took his seat.

"Hey, wait a sec."

A voice from the back.

Zach barely glanced up-until the next words made him freeze.

"Zach, right?"

The guy leaned forward, smirking-like he already knew but was enjoying the moment. His sharp eyes narrowed.

"Your voice sounds... kinda familiar."

Theo Jacob.

Zach's academic rival. Always a step behind in every test, ranking, and competition. Close, but never first.

And last night's smug, trash-talking opponent.

SuperJstar.

A slow smirk spread across Theo's face.

Zach felt his soul leave his body.