Prologue
The deadline was on Friday this week. No one was doing what they’re supposed to, and their class president wasn’t being very good at getting people to work.
She was soft as a kitten, Tristan knew that much. Everyone adores her, but she can never have full control over the whole class like he did. She lacked authority—the one thing that Tristan thought that he was better at than her.
He never understood how her brain worked, and he didn’t think he ever will. “All you do is write scripts. You have no idea how hard it is getting all of you working, and you’d tell the teachers that I bully you?” All eyes were on him as he spoke. Though the message was for all of them in that little classroom, the words seem to only be hitting the one person he was looking at.
Her brown eyes glistened with tears as they stared into his. Her tinted lips quivered. “I wasn’t going to say that.”
“But you’re thinking I’m cruel, right? I’m mean and unfair, I boss all of you around... What else do you want to point out?” Tristan slammed the pages of the script on Kaori’s arm chair. “You know we won’t get things done if I don’t act like this,” he said. “Then I find out you’re all talking about me behind my back?”
Kaori kept her head down and avoided his gaze. “Look at yourself.You can’t even speak up when you’re supposed to! What’s the point of you being top of the class if you can’t even lead us?” he questioned. “I’m harsh, but at least I’m not as useless as you.”
The classroom became filled with low murmurs. Kaori began to fidget with her hands on her lap. “Sorry,” she managed before she stood up, grabbed her things, and strode for the door.
“Oh, so you’re just going to walk out?” Tristan scoffed. “Great, just great!” he clapped his hands sarcastically. “What are all of you looking at? Don’t tell me you’re planning to tell the principal this time?” he demanded, but no one responded. “That’s what I thought.”
