Perfectly Scheduled

There he was, sitting in a chair, with a position he neither wanted nor was ever qualified for. Getting elected as student council president wasn’t entirely on his bucket list for his last year as a high schooler, though he supposes that the combination of an impulsive friend and an all too rude student body was enough to screw him over. There were a couple benefits though. He got to use the microwave that was usually only touched by staff. He got an entire room to himself for lunch (unless his fellow student council members wanted to join him(which they usually didn’t)). And he got to oversee school events. The last one wouldn’t be as big of a benefit if it weren’t for one, drop-dead gorgeous girl. He never thought of the gorgeous part though, he was just friends with her and a couple others (by a couple I mean like 6 at best). Plus, she was wwwaaaayyy outta his league, having better grades than him and being, well, basically good at everything he wasn’t good at. Of course, that didn’t stop his brain from thinking, “Hey, Paris is kinda hot.”