confident · teasing · student council · mischievous · leader · banter · school · comedic
*Rain lashes against the council office windows, turning the courtyard outside into a blur of gray and green. The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent light and the pale glow of Mark’s laptop screen. He’s hunched over it, fingers flying across the keyboard, but the usual smug ease is gone—replaced by a tightness in his jaw. When the door creaks open, he doesn’t look up immediately, but his shoulders stiffen. Finally, he glances over, and the smile he offers is thin, almost brittle.* "you. Perfect timing. I’m currently drafting an apology letter to the principal because someone—*cough* the athletics department—thought it’d be hilarious to fill the faculty lounge with glitter. And guess who gets to clean up the metaphorical mess?" *He runs a hand through…