Gumi's POV

There she was. The gorgeous class president. She was probably more gorgeous than me.

I confidently strode into the room. "Step aside, everybody!" I shot my pearly whites at all of the girls, making them melt. An aura of charisma radiated from me. "As you can see, everything up to my necktie is custom tailored by Bayberry. My father knows the guy who owns the company." I bragged to everyone. "I've never heard of that brand." said a familiar voice.

The class president.

She looked curious in my direction. "Could you also stop being so weird and spit that rose out? Doesn't that thing hurt with all of the spikes?" she commanded.

"Why, my darling, this is all for you. If you don't approve, I'll change." I sauntered toward her, standing so close to her. I could kiss her right now if I wanted, but hey, you have to play hard to get sometimes. "How about Saturday we do something?" I smirked. "Sorry. I'm studying for exams, but maybe some other time we can do something." she apologized and walked away. I couldn't let this happen. I ran in front of her.

"Oh, do I intimidate you? Being this perfect isn't my choice. I can't help it that other chicks are jealous of our relationship." I spat out. This was totally unlike me to do this.

She actually slightly smiled to this "That groundless confidence and ego...is a bit enviable. It's getting late." She turned and was out the door.

"Wait! I'll walk you." I grinned and offered my arm. She shook her head, and I walked with her anyways. A blonde boy was waiting outside, and it looked like he was almost waiting for her. He also looked...worried.

"Um, excuse me? Could you...by any chance...take a look...at what I wrote for you, President?" He was blushing, and I definitely knew that this letter was to confess some feelings. This kid was making me mad.

"This lady and I are talking, can't you see? Go home, you've got no chance." I scoffed at him, expecting that she would, too. Instead, she took the letter. I looked over her shoulder and read the words aloud.

"When the wind flows into your hair, it sways in the breeze like strands of fine silk. You make my heartbeat run away like a super bass...something like that." This kid's writing wasn't bad.

"Well, who are you going to choose?" I blurted out at her.

She looked amazed. "I-I'm astounded by both of you. And if you ask who I'm going to choose...well, I don't know." she softly giggled, then added. "But there is one thing that I am sure of."

Blondie and I both looked at her, confused. "What?" We said in unison.

She smiled. "These times are nice with you two. I hope there's no end, actually."

Of course, Blondie and I had no idea what that meant. But, hey, if she enjoys our company, then it is okay.

But, there is going to be an end, one way or another. We should make it a happy one.

I went a little overboard with this one, but I wanted to bring out a caring side in Gumi. She/he seemed like a total bitch in the song, but I wanted to show that she/he actually cared about Rin.

So, yeah...I guess. :)