"You really recovered, huh?" Dylan said as he sits next to Ulysses.
He just got in to their classroom and still has his bag on and didn't bother to put it on his own seat first.
There's still some time before the first subject begins, and the person who's originally sitting where Dylan sits still hasn't arrive.
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"Of course. Didn't I told you there's nothing to be worried about?" He said casually like nothing strange really happened last night.
The truth is, Ulysses woke up this morning laying on the wooden floor. He's still in his school uniform and his bag was still on his back.
He felt really hungry and thirsty when he woke up since he haven't took anything for dinner.
A mocking grin slowly forms in Ulysses' face. "Don't tell me you're actually worried about me despite what I told you?"
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"What? Of course n--- yes!" Dylan almost said did it again.
He was about to deny it but he remembers that he needs to be extra nice to this person.
And then the drama king starts the play.
"I was really worried last night that I barely slept. You don't know how I tried to stop myself from calling you just to check if you're doing just fine! I'm afraid I'll disturb my darling's rest."
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Even though Dylan already did this thing several times already, he just can't get used to it. His face still turns ugly whenever this stupid heartthrob uses his flowering words to him. "Seriously, you're disgusting. Is your stomach not upset yet?"
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Dylan just gave him a chuckle, which made Ulysses shakes his head. It's so funny how he starts the teasing but ended up being the annoyed one.
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Then out of nowhere, Dylan sighs as he buries his face on the table.
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"..."
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Receiving no response from Ulysses, Dylan sighs again. Louder this time.
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"..." Still Ulysses paid no attention.
He only averted his eyes away from Dylan, refusing to have an eye-contact with him. He knows he's up to something again, that's why he acts like this. Drama King!
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"Haaaaghhhasdfghjkl"
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"What's wrong with you?" Finally, Ulysses looks at his way.
His tolerance level for Dylan is just too low.
This person seems to have an incredible talent of making the student council president annoyed.
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Dylan lazily lifted his head and looks straight at the other's eyes. "I was just wondering, when will you accept me?"
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"..."
Ulysses' annoyed expression turns into a straight face. He knew it, he's up to something again.
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"Oh my gosh..."
"So it's really true?"
"I can't believe it."
Everyone, especially the girls in class all look at their direction.
His voice isn't loud yet it isn't low enough for only the two of them to hear.
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Ulysses didn't say anything but he glares at him. This look in his eyes tells a thousand ways to express how annoyed he is.
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"What?" Dylan knows very much why is he getting this glare yet he still acted innocent.
It's not really his plan to make his voice loud enough for everyone in the class to hear. It's just he did not calculated it beforehand.
Now that he thinks about it, isn't it interesting to get everyone entangled with this? Perhaps Ulysses will be pressured by everyone and fall into his arms instead?
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Ulysses just stared at him, seemingly hesitant to speak. "Let's talk somewhere else."
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"You'll finally say yes?" He hopefully asked, only to get rejected for the nth time.
"Dream on." Ulysses drags him out of the classroom. There's still some time left before classes starts. That would be enough for them to talk.
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When they reached the corridor, they still didn't escape from the gazes. In fact, a lot more eyes are on them!
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In an instant, Ulysses becomes an attention attractor. It's all thanks to this stupid campus heartthrob and his "curse". He's not used to people staring at him. Even though he's the student council president and almost everyone in Northwestern High School Knows him, he really never get this much attention before, and he hates it.
He sighs. "Let's talk privately."
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"Alright." Dylan doesn't have any problem for his demand.
In fact, he knows that there are a lot of eyes staring at them and he wouldn't deny it. For the first time, Dylan doesn't want the attention that's drawn to them.
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Ulysses thought of exchanging words with the other in the nearby toilet. Since it's mostly girls who are curious about them, they should not be able to stare at them inside the the toilet, right?
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"Look! They're heading in the male's toilet!"
"Hmm... I wonder what they are going to do in their together?"
Then the suppressed giggles of these girls didn't miss the president's sense of hearing.
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Annoyed, he changed his direction, heading to the next building. "Change of plans. To the Student Council Office."
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The two of them met Mico in the SC Office. He was about to leave when they arrived.
"Good morning, Mr. President, Mr. Cruz. I was about to go to your classroom to hand these over." On his hand is a folder with documents inside. It's the complete record of this year's overall finance data of all the clubs in the school.
"I finished this last night. Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience, Mr. President."
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Surprisingly, Ulysses' long face suddenly brightens. He even smiled at his secretary! "Not at all, no need to mention it. Thank you for the hard work. You did well."
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"Then, I'll be heading out now." Mico waves his hand and finally left the office.
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Ulysses peeped outside whether there's still suspicious people that followed them up to here before he closes the door. The thing is... he spotted two or three girls that obviously acted strange when he looked out but it should not matter much. They'll just lower their voice so that they won't hear them.
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"Psh... he got a compliment but you didn't gave me any last night. You even glared at me almost throughout the day." Dylan suddenly throws a fit.
He cant help but to feel inequality and underappreciated by this cold-hearted Student Council President.
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"Well, I did give my thanks." He said as he walk across the small room.
He sits on the edge of his desk, crossed his arms on his chest. His gaze towards Dylan is still ice-cold which sent chills on the heartthrob's spine.
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Meanwhile, Dylan can't take his eyes off the other. He felt this intense pressure that Ulysses emits as the superior among all the students here in Northwestern High School. Talk about authority and dominance, that's the aura!
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"You're not that ugly after all." Dylan said subconsciously. His thoughts that are supposed to remain in his mind escaped through his lips.
"???"
Ulysses raises his eyebrows. Even Dylan can't believe he said such thing!
Was it because he got lost in his cold eyes for a moment?
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To remove the awkwardness, Dylan decided to change the topic.
He clears his throat and asks, "What is it that you want to talk about?"
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Ulysses tilts his head a little. With a serious voice, he speaks to the other. "Will you stop bothering me?"
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"What?"
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Judging from his tone, Ulysses doesn't seem to be kidding. He really had enough of this nonsense. Everything goes fine for him for the past years he's enrolled in this school until Dylan made scenes in his life.
"I'm trying to live my remaining high school days peacefully. You're attracting too much attention from other students and I'm getting involuntarily involved."
As a student with a position in the student council, he has the duty to be looked upon as the role model. If he let Dylan keep on entangling with him, he's afraid he'd fail everyone's expectations.
"You see, I'm trying to maintain my good reputation here as the student council president."
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It's not easy for Dylan as well. He's a straight guy and never had another guy as a lover. However, he really thinks that this is the only way to breakout from this unfortunate fate.
"But how about me? I need to break this curse. I need your help."
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Ulysses blows an air through his nose as he massages his temple. Why does it have to be him? This man in front of him indeed has the same face as the girl he admires but it's not enough for him to jump into this madness with him.
"Dylan, I'll be frank, alright? I don't believe in such things. If you think you really are cursed, and needs another guy to... date, then find another one. I don't want to do it. You're just wasting your time on me."
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Still, Dylan remained stubborn. "I don't mind wasting my time on you."
He already started this. Everyone saw him that he's already pursuing Ulysses. He's guilty that his pride is part of his stubbornness but his main reason is of course, to get away from this jinx.
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"Well, if you don't I do." Ulysses coldly said.
Dylan was about to open his mouth and blackmail him but Ulysses saw through him. He points at him and sternly said. "And don't use Denise against me."
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"..." Dylan got speechless for a while. So, he can't use her anymore, huh?
He scratches his head. He's out of ideas on what to do next. "But who would I date if not you?"
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Ulysses just gave him a lazy look. Does he still need to tell him who exactly he should target next? "I don't know! Don't ask me. It could be anyone but me." "Seriously, this is out of my concern."
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"Alright. I guess I'll just leak this picture of yours that I have then." Dylan simply took his phone out of his pocket and taps its screen several times.
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"What picture?"
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With a mischievous smile, Dylan shows the picture that he captured last night. It's a picture of Ulysses sleeping on his chair and Dylan's hand pinching the president's cheek.
He shows the picture to Ulysses which made the other's face darken.
Dylan still isn't contented. He even teased Ulysses. "Look at that. You look adorable when you're asleep. Won't you remain asleep for me? Hmm?"
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Ulysses finally lost his cool and walks towards the other with heavy footsteps. He tried to grab the phone on his hands but Dylan just keep on swaying it, avoiding the other's claws.
Dylan keeps on taking steps backwards while Ulysses wouldn't keep his distance. This continued until Dylan can't take a step back anymore. He got cornered on a wall.
"Wait. This is my phone! You can't delete anything here!"
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"Guess what, I can." Ulysses finally got a hold of his wrists pinning him on the wall. "Give me that--"
The two of them paused when they saw a flash. Then that flash is followed by a series of flashes. They turned around to the direction where it came from.
It's from the small windows of the office. Cameras are all over it, taking pictures of them.
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"..."
"Oh... goodness."