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FOUR. LOCKED GAZES.
"Care to explain this?" The Vice President's voice reverberates inside the spacious Student Council room which is occupied by just the two of you, his words laced of falsely sweet meticulous tone.
You were no stranger to confrontations or scolding like this. The air did not feel one bit suffocating nor the room felt too little of space. In fact, you're relieved they turned on the air conditioners so that the room will be chilly in temperature in contrary of the hot weather outside.
Simply averting your gaze away from the sketchpad, you pouted your lips as a response.
"Answer me."
Silence.
"Hey."
Silence.
"You're one stubborn person aren't you?" He asks as he arose from his seat with such a loud thud from the impact of his hands coming into contact with the glass surfaced table. He paces towards your untroubled, carefree figure, his shoes click against the marble tiles of the floor, the tread of his footseps gradually grow louder and continued to echo inside the room.
The Vice President then comes into face to face with you as he reached up his hand and tilts your face to his direction by your chin.
Forcibly seeing him up-close, your eyes locked on with his like magnets of never-ending attraction. A sudden foreign feeling rushes into your body, while he narrows his predatory eyes into slits, radiating of fierce and the thunderous feeling.
You gulp the huge lump on your throat that formed in a brief moment, interlocking a gaze with him.
"Listen, I'm Scaramouche, the Vice President of the Student Council. No one dares to not follow suit with my order or else, you might suffer the ill consequences." His usual sweet, light pitched voice transitions into a low one, glaring daggers at you.
As much as his presence alone is intimidating, taking his personality and words into account, anyone would feel scared, bulldozed and even threatened if they would be put in this situation.
But you're not anyone as you could only think of one thing. That was so hot of him.
Still not breaking the unbudging eye contact between you two, he finally lets go of his light grip on your chin with his mere two fingers. He goes back to his chair and interwine his hands right after.
"I'm waiting for you to write a letter of apology about this sickening and rebellious behavior. State the reasons of why you draw such things and why bring it to a place of a supposedly learning facility."
Oh no, you're too unmotivated for that.
"And, I want you to give this letter personally to me. May it be a close friend, acquaintance or a stranger giving the letter, I would not accept it. In addition, your Good Manners and Right Conduct grade may just flop down."
He even dares to chuckle in the end of his statement. "Do not disappoint me."
You nodded as he points to the door, leading to the exit of the room. You walk towards the direction and twist the doorknob to the left, swinging the door open.
Just as when you were about to take a step, your eyes meet a collective of familiar pairs. It is no other than your three friends waiting for you to break loose from the hellish encounter.
"[F/N]! How did it go?!"
"Did you guys click!?"
"Hah, that's what you get from drawing dicks."
You deadpanned at them as they close their mouths shut.
