"Samantha Tate, long time no see, our class beauty has become even more gorgeous!"
"Big Class President, you've really learned how to sweet-talk."
The young man's gaze rested on Carson Flores and he chuckled, "And who might this handsome guy be?"
Samantha Tate introduced with easy grace, "My boyfriend, Carson Flores."
The young man reached out for a handshake and laughed, "Fletcher Reid. We're all envious, jealous, and resentful of you for picking our class flower, so many of our male classmates are going to have their hearts broken today."
Carson Flores laughed, "You should thank me. This woman is such a handful, always stirring up trouble; she's a real headache. Being her boyfriend is pure suffering; I probably won't live as long because of it."
Samantha Tate's cheeks flushed, and she gently smacked Carson Flores on the arm, "Stop spouting such blunt truths, will you? Don't I need to maintain my image?"
The other classmates looked on with surprised expressions.
