"Student fucking council? Really? The Both of us? Dad I don't- ugh!" Asher was hit in the stomach the moment Matteo felt like he was gonna say something out of line, and he mouthed to his brother "Shut up."

His father didn't look up from his papers on his desk, telling his sons. "You're gonna learn responsibility. I'm the principal of this school, and you're gonna do it." Asher huffed, knowing he couldn't argue further, and Matteo guided him out of their dad's office.

"I'm not leading material!" Asher complained as they walked downstairs. "You're not leading material? I hate confrontation!" Matteo groaned, pushing his hair out of his face. "Okay! You're the smart one, go talk to him! God knows dad hates me!" Asher grabbed his brother's arms. "Dad doesn't hate you, stop saying that! I hate when you say that! And no! Dad won't listen to me."

Matteo pushed Asher's hands off him, and Asher whined like a child. "That also means we'll have to wear stupid uniforms too..no no no!" Matteo groaned and yelled at his brother to shut up as they entered their shared room, both flopping onto the bed and groaning into their pillows.

"This is fucking stupid."

The next day found Asher and Matteo in the bathroom, Matteo brushing his teeth while watching his twin struggle with his tie. "No, you don't do it like that." He set down his toothbrush to show Asher the proper way before returning to brushing. "Thanks...this is going to be really rough.." Matteo spit into the sink, washed his face with a towel, and applied his facial cream. "You're telling me. I hate this as much as you do."

The twins grabbed granola bars for breakfast and got into their dad's car, arriving at school an hour and a half early for his meeting. "Oh, yeah by the way. I already made up the team for the council. Top students. They should arrive soon too, so get to know them." Their father walked away into his office, leaving them to sigh in unison.

"I'll go to the roof.. This is stressful." Matteo knew stress was only part of the reason - Asher just didn't want to be inside where he might get caught with weed and get killed by their dad. Matteo let him go, trying to figure out what to do for the next hour and a half.

He settled in the art classroom, music blasting as he sketched something silly. He jumped when he felt a presence behind him, turning around to find a girl staring over his shoulder. He hit her out of instinct. "Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" He grabbed her shoulders as she held her nose. "I'm sorry, you startled me." After making sure she was okay, he looked her up and down - she was wearing the student council uniform, with a name tag. "You're on student council?" Matteo didn't know her well, but recognized her from Asher's朋友圈. "Oh, thank god, I know you..at least that's something." He let her sit next to him in the back of the class, trying to get a head start like his father wanted.

"Yeah, Well..neither of us wanted to do student council..Asher's a troublemaker..and I'm shy. But Mr. Vester..Sorry- My dad put his foot down." Matteo curled into a ball, putting his face on his knees as he ranted about his problems, surprised when he looked up to find her still listening attentively.

Out of impulse, he kissed her. Why? Maybe stress, maybe something more - Matteo couldn't have explained it. He pulled away, face flushed, clearing his throat. "S-sorry I don't know-" His words were cut off when she kissed him again. The kiss slowly deepened into something heated. Matteo picked her up, setting her on his lap, hands digging into her waist. "Sorry..is this okay?" He chuckled when she nodded, trying to take it slow despite the pent-up frustration with his father that made him want so much more.