Arthit sneers at the Second Year. "What will you do if I don't help you, huh?" Kongpob is a devil, that Arthit is sure of, mostly from the way he just gets this smug look on his face that Arthit wants nothing more than to smack off. "Then I'll just make you my lover. They say... a lover should help the one they love. If you love me, then you will help me with student council work." "You're really brave, Kongpob, really." Arthit's glare turns lethal. "But I could never love someone like you." Or; Arthit hates Kongpob. Kongpob loves Arthit. Why can't things ever be simple? [Inspired by Out of Control & Dasadanan. Updates Fridays.]