My school President Season 1

Part 1

On Saturday morning. On a sunny day off for a lazy young man like me
who usually gets out of bed at almost noon, also only after when my mother
wakes me up. But today, the symptoms are very unusual. Body ache and
pains, lumps around the low abdomen for unknown reasons causing
discomfort to the point ,making me feel so uncomfortable that I have to get
up. Despite knowing that this time the sun probably hasn't risen yet to greet
the world.
I blinked several times to adjust my focus, then winced when all I saw was
the ceiling of a room that had no familiarity with my cerebellum's memory
system.
My eyes continued to gaze along the walls of the room, seeing the hanging
furniture lined up, further emphasized the fact that this was definitely not
my room, certainly not a million percent, and most importantly, it's not even
my close friend's bedroom . Or other friend's I used to sleep over at.
What the fuck!
And where am I now?
I remember last night celebrating my pathetic defeat of competing for the
student council president's chair with my teammates. I drank a glass of beer,
and then I didn't know what happened to us until I found myself lying in an
unfamiliar place.
"Ugh." a low-pitched voice complained from the side. And all the
distracting thoughts in my head stopped. It stalled until there was almost a
creaking sound like when tapping the brakes of a car.
Person or Ghost? My brain perceives and interprets the results at the speed
of light. My eyes widened in panic at the situation at hand of voice I heard.
This made me start to think, what I'm experiencing must be a supernatural
power or simply it was the sound of ghost ? The sound of the blanket which
then reveals strands of hair.
Even though I'm scared, I didn't run and scream for others to help me and I
still have time to sleep thinking of fantasy as a story that I have to live.
I was hit by a widow ghost and it dragged me to sleep in an abandoned
house, then the ghost casted a spell to make it look like this room looks
luxurious even though it's actually an abandoned room.
Then the corpse was buried under the bed, and the spirits roared under the
blanket, refusing to emerge.
However, before going any further, something that is The mystery of the
state of existence hidden under the blanket slowly moved. Then I quickly
slide to the edge of the bed and glanced looking nervous to confirm if what
I saw was really a ghost?
When the blanket was removed to reveal what was hidden under, I widened
my eyes in utter shock. Shock, shock, a hundred times more shocking than
meeting a ghost
"Already up?" A tall human that had been familiar to my eyes all week,
shifting his gaze to me while working through his tousled hair.
"AiTin!"
"Um, Tinaphop Jirawatanakul."
You don't need to tell me. I know you well. Handsome, smart, cool, and the
new student council president. The one who made me lose so I have to
drink alcohol then get drunk and lie in bed with you now you bastard!
"Looking for a story? "Tin turned over and lay on his side. put his hand on
his head and spoke to me in a irritated tone and stirring the heels as much as
possible.
"What are you doing here?"
"You did well last night." He said as he was mocking me, like a bad
character in a play, which made me angry.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I sat down to try to fight it, but then
instead I found out some facts.
Hey! I'm not wearing clothes! And when I opened the blanket it made me
pound even more. WHAT? Why do I have to be naked?
"You were so hot last night," the handsome man whispered softly and raised
his eyebrows tactically.
"Damn Tin!" my anger has peaked and scolded the person in front of me
loudly What are you talking about? I'm not as smart as you, I do not
understand.
"Evidence is on the floor." This tall person's eyes and tone were serious and
cunning. I swear that he's not the same person, known to the world as the
outstanding student, Academic Olympiad representative, and student
council president who got the most votes in history. Really historical.
I looked at the floor, there was another shock that almost gave me a heart
attack. Clothes scattered in various directions on the floor. Tear clothes
indicates the rudeness of the offender. It's a familiar color. Needless to say
whose it is... it's mine. Hah! Moreover, nearby was a black box that could
be seen from a hundred meters away.
Condom box.
"Three packs are all gone, but there's still some left. If you're interested
again." he licked his lips and rubbed his chin, like a psychopathic thief
hiding in an old telephone booth waiting for his chance to take a girl away.
I'm sure this is a dream. Wake up. Wake up. Get up, hey you bastard!
"You are no longer dreaming."
"It's a dream," I argued the other person back and kept repeating to myself
that it was all a dream. I'm really dreaming, trying to pinch my arms, my
face, my legs over and over again. But damn. .. it hurts!
"Does it hurt enough?"
"Not yet!"
"Come....I'll hurt you again." The tall boy bent down and whispered near
my ear. His hoarse voice tainted its charm inviting goosebumps from head
to toe.
"If you don't want to break your head, step away," I hissed like a cobra.
attacked by enemies while picking up the closest object as a weapon to deal
with and fight which is torn condom pack.
Shit. . can't you give me a weapon that looks brutal and intimidating to the
enemy? Holy Lord in the world!!!'
"The weapon is not likely to break your head, but probably to do something
more than that." Ai Tin smiled wryly before turning to grab something from
the bedside drawer and turned around with something that was completely
unfamiliar to me.
"Here, let me help you."
"What's this?" I frowned, took it from his hand and then focusing on
reading Lubricant Gel ... (lubricant gel) !
"Damn you, Tin!"
"Call me often"
"I'm scolding you, buffalo."
"I'm not saying it because it's okay." Suddenly, the student council president
also adjusts his glib tone to a smooth tone . Like when doing Campaigning
and creating images at school, which sounds terrifying. I doubt it would be
offending to call him a buffalo. So I'm going to ask for a change. Let's insult
politely instead.
"I'm raving about you, buffalo," and I giggled heartily."I'm going to have a
long argument soon."
"What's my-" soon to finish speaking The person with a longer body
grabbed me and dragged me down. Lie down on the bed and then he
jumped on top of me, detaining me in every possible way so that I could not

escape.
"Silence, why are you still talking?"
"I'm hot in my mouth, my mouth hurts"
Um... this is why an idiot like me would do it. You already know that, right?