Roy, the class president. She's an A-Grade student. All the teachers love her. The other students of her class love her as well. She's strict, bold and is strict with the class rules. Just a perfect class president figure. Roy loved her position and worked hard to maintain it. Under her leadership, no one dared to even think about opposing her. Roy was proud of this. But little did she know her whole life would take a step making it upside down?

Chapter 1: Day Of Disaster

Roy's POV

07:30 AM

Today was the first day at school after the long summer vacation that lasted for 2 months. The school gate has opened and all the students rushed to their respective classes in hurry. It was going to be a hectic day.

Ugh, the same old place, huh? Looks like today's going to be pretty busy, I thought to myself as I walked to my classroom. I jostled my way up the stairs and plopped down on my seat setting my school bag aside.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ayla and her boyfriend. This school prohibits dating, and I'm supposed to inform the school authority about them breaking the rules, but I don't want to meddle in their personal relationship, so I choose to rather stay away from dating issues.

Gosh, they're making me feel single, I think to myself as I stare at the couple. I wonder to myself when will I have my own prince charming who will be the man of my dreams.

I stand up from my seat as the teacher enters the classroom. It was English class, and I was waiting to hear the excuses from Ms. Sara. She forgot to assign our project before the holiday, and she is definitely going to make up excuses regarding her poor sense of responsibility. She will probably try to assign group projects to us, so we can get our work done earlier. God, she's such an irresponsible person.

'Good morning everyone! How was everyone's holiday? I suppose it went well. Well, about your assignment... I hope you guys can forgive me, but I forgot to assign it to you. My attachment section wasn't working which resulted in me to not be able to assign you all your project. But I have a wonderful idea! How about you all work in duos? You can finish it earlier that way!', said Ms. Sara.

There she goes... I listen to her excuses and make a fed up expression. Duos? Wow, that's the worst thing ever... I end up having to do the work all the time when I'm in duos, but looks like I'll have to do it to maintain my good image as a model student. I stare at Ms. Sara who is giving a smile stretched across her face to everyone that says 'deal with it' .

As Ms. Sara was choosing out the duos, a problem occurred. A wonderful problem in fact. There was 1 student less, and I was the last person who was left to be assigned. Automatically a smile appeared to my face realizing I could do it alone without having to deal with another stupid head.

Working in duos is nice, but only when your partner matches your attitude. Imagine having to work in duos and you're a smartie pants while your partner is a total menace to the world, a total stupid head with no sense of responsiblity and zero percentage of intelligence in their brain. It just hurts having to do the work alone and not getting the full credit. It hurts more when the other person gets good grades as well without even having to do the work. It's just simply enough to hurt me.

But, well... I can excuse all of that if they have a beautiful handwriting or if they know how to decorate notes or projects. I will happily note down everything roughly and give it to the other person so they could write it down nicely. I will be happy that both of us got an A grade in our project.

'Miss Sara! May I come in?!' , suddenly a voice came from outside the classroom interrupting my thoughts. Everyone looked at the direction the voice came from. A boy stood outside the door with his shirt tucked out from his pants, his tie loose, messy hair, no belt on and his coat hanging loose from his shoulders. The sight was enough to pain me. The guy was not following the rules. I was losing my mind with just a glance at him.

It was the troublemaker of the class, Leon Garfield. The guy I hate the most in this whole world. He never follows the rules and fails in tests often. He never even cares to listen to me and is always creating trouble.

'Well well well, if it isn't Mr. Garfield. Well then, what's the reason of your late arrival, Garfield? Your road got blocked my ducks passing by again?', Ms. Sara said as she glared at him.

'That doesn't sound nice coming from you considering the reason why you were late for class last time Ms. Sara', Leon said as he ran his hands through his hair.

Ms. Sara was late last time because her boyfriend was busy fcking her before she left for school. We all knew about it because she's Leon's neighbor and Leon was late as well and heard everything because apparently Miss Sara is pretty loud.

Ms. Sara blushed as she heard Leon's comment but tried to act cool and told him to come in. Leon steps inside the classroom and closes the door behind him. He scans the classroom to look for a seat when Ms. Sara speaks up.

'Well good thing you're here! We were short on 1 student to pair Roy with for the project. Roy, I'm pairing Leon with you! Leon, go sit beside her, so it would be easier for you to discuss the project', Ms. Sara said as she pointed at me.

As I heard the words suddenly my whole face turned blank, all of my hopes were shattered. I'm going to get paired up with this guy? Him? Oh, no... we're gonna have a problem here... I thought to myself as Leon's eyes met with mine. I felt like my world just broke in two parts. This guy? This is going to be a disaster.

My eyes stared at Leon in disbelief as he started to walk up to my bench and stood there to wait for me to move aside. There was disgust evident on my face. I didn't want to let him sit beside me. I wanted him to know he was not welcome. But, without saying anything I moved aside but made sure to keep my backpack between us, so his filthy self will not be touching me. Distance matters.

'You're acting like you've never seen a white person before', said Leon as he sat beside me. Jesus Christ, his voice... I turned my head towards him, ....his voice is so disgusting.

'Quite a lame joke, Garfield. Considering I'm white myself, it would be stupid to assume I've 'never seen a white person before', you know?', I responded to him.

'Or, you can just admit you don't have a nice sense of humor, sometimes it's truly right to admit your mistakes', replied Leon.

'Oh God, your voice disgusts me. Can you please stop talking? I'm trying to figure out what to do in my project here. You will not even be doing the project, I'll probably have to do it myself, you know? So I think I would appreciate it a lot if you could shut your mouth and stay silent for a BIT! Because, after all, this project is going to carry our internal marks in the report card. So, if you don't want to fail in English and want your scores to high, it would be helpful if you could stay silent.' I said to him as he looks at me in disbelief.

'Jeez, serious as always, aren't you? And chill out, I'll help you out in this. I've recently got a couple of new sets of things that would be useful in our project.' he said, leaning against the bench.

'Okay. I wish I wouldn't have to call you over but are you free after school? Can you come over?', I asked raising an eyebrow.

'Well, I wish I could. But, my parents will not be at home so I can't. Why don't you come over instead? It will be easier that way. I don't want to drag my whole table of supplies to your house and then rearrange them again when I get back home. That's tiring and I'm lazy', Leon says as he disapproves of my idea.

'Okay', I replied.

'Cool. See you after school then. You can come over around 5 or 6 PM', replied Leon listing out the time.

I nod listening to his words. The bell rings indicating that the period has come to an end. I stand up and hurriedly pack my stuff back into the bag and leave the classroom.

LEON'S POV

I watch her as she quickly packs her bag and hurriedly leaves the classroom. It hurts to watch her leave, but that's okay. Oh god, how can I thank you? When I get back home I'll make sure to give you fresh fruits as an offering.

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I'm Leon Garfield, just an everyday regular normal guy. I have a crush, I guess you can already understand that it's none other than my Class President, Roy Valentine. She's the perfect example of a beauty with a brain. Her name is so beautiful itself!

I'm not much of a smart guy, but I'm quite creative. Yes, I suck in studies. But I'm not really a bad person. I'm not the antagonist. But because of me being weak in studies, Valentine doesn't really like me. She prefers guys who are good in studies.

There are several reasons regarding why I like Roy. She's the bold type, she has a dominant voice that's strict and clear with her orders. She's dominating in nature and I feel like she's the type to give her boyfriend baby treatment. And, I, Leon Garfield, love being treated like a baby. I know, sounds cheesy, but it's the truth. I just want to be loved by her.

Valentine isn't really the bubbly and cheerful type. She's rather cold and rude instead. That's why I always try to get her attention by doing things. But she just hates me. But now... I've finally got the opportunity to get a bit closer to her. And I won't let it go. I'll make full use of it.

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Just as I was leaving the classroom, my pen fell off my seat, falling down on the floor. While bending over to pick up the pen, my eyes landed on a diary sitting on the floor. It was under the desk where Roy was sitting. My curiosity taking over me, I picked up the diary from the floor.

The cover of the diary was mint green colored. It had cute stickers pasted all over to decorate the plain paper surface. In the middle of the notebook, was written a name in big bold letters indicating who it belonged to. But, above the name, it was written what the diary was about.

...Not So Innocent Thoughts...

...~ Roy Valentine...

Not so innocent thoughts? Of her? Oh, this is going to be interesting. I thought to myself.

I flipped through the pages of her diary. It was all writings. But what was it she was writing so much about? I go back to the first page and start reading. As I read, my eyes enlarge and my jaw falls open. I think I'm going to have to bunk classes to read this. I just got my hands on something I wasn't supposed to touch. This is going to be an interesting thing to tease my dear president about.

Stuffing the diary inside my backpack carefully, I get up from my seat and jostle towards the door to leave. I walk through the hallway that was empty with no students around. I was late for class. Again.

I turn right towards where the lockers are kept at. As I approach my locker, my eyes land on the ribbon placed inside it. It belonged to her. She dropped it, and fortunately I was following her, so I got my hands on it. I picked it up and had kept it in my locker ever since then. It has probably been 5 months now that it's with me. And I have no intention of giving it back to her. It's in my possession now.

I pick up the necessary stuff I would need for my next class. I'll not be attending the class going on right now. I'm 20 minutes late already. Mr. Smith will create a fuss about it as always.

I walk through the hallway and walk out towards the school campus. I'll go to the library and read her diary in peace. Upon reaching the library, I search for a corner where I could stay undisturbed.

Walking over to the most quiet corner of the library, I sit and plop down my backpack next to me in a chair and take out the mint green covered diary. Flipping through the pages, I start reading a random page.

MONDAY

19:23 PM

Today is Monday, the first day of the summer vacation. I was scrolling through tiktok when I came across what is called the 'vibrator challenge'. And of course, being the curious cat I am, I searched it up. It was a challenge of where you will have a vibrator inside you while it's controller would be in the hands of someone else. Honestly, I'm tempted. But, I don't have anyone to do this with. I even ordered a few vibrators... I wonder what mom will think if she knows what I'm doing. But god, it's just so hard to live with all this built up tension inside me... I just have to let out this tension a bit. But I wish there was someone who could control it for me. Turning it on at the most random times and random places. Turning it on in class when I'm speaking. Turning it on when I'm doing something. Turning it on randomly when I'll be off guard and will be expecting it the least. I will get immediately weak in my knees from the sudden pleasure and lose my balance and struggle to stand or walk properly. That's what I want... I wish I had someone to try out my sexual fantasies with.

A smirk starts forming on my lips as I read the paragraph. I just discovered a dirty little secret of our class president. This is going to be fun.

So Valentine is not so dominant as she appears before others, is she? She's just a submissive bottom that desires to be controlled huh... Very well, she wants a fck buddy. Guess it's my time to shine. I smirk as I stuff the notebook back into my bag and walk out the library onto my next class.

Tonight's going to be fun.