Maya had never been popular. Ever since she had first entered school, she hadn’t been the one all the boys and girls fawned over. It wasn’t as if she had a horrible personality or was really ugly, she just didn’t fit the image of what was considered ‘popular’. She wasn’t part of any of the popular extracurricular activities and she preferred to stay at home, curled up with a book or playing video games rather than going out to the movies or hanging out with people her own age. She cared about his grades and she put that above everything else and that was something which tended to get on the nerves of the friends she had had in the past since she’d refuse to see them and would instead stay home.

Things changed when she entered high school. Suddenly, it wasn’t a bad thing to be smart. She’d been accepted into one of the top-tier schools in the state, a place where good grades were the accepted norm. And in this environment, she excelled. She made friends, kept her grades up and even got herself a boyfriend – although that romance didn’t last very long because he ended up only wanting to use her for sex and she was not a sexual person; not with him at least. 

Now, in her sophomore year, she was president of the student council and she prided herself in helping the school and the students achieve the best they could. Many people found her annoying in that aspect since she tended to butt her nose where she shouldn’t but Maya didn’t care – this was important to her. However, there was a problem. No one wanted to partake in any of the tasks the student council needed to do. And at first, Maya had been worried, stumped on what she could do to fix this. 

The blonde quickly came up with a solution, however. She couldn’t get anyone in her circle to help out and do the tasks, so why not try and get the others to do it? Mainly, the [i]delinquents[/i]. Maya normally didn’t interact with them, not because she thought she was better than them or anything but because every time she tried, they’d pretty much told her to fuck off and mind her own business and Maya didn’t exactly have a death wish.

So that was why she was in their area, a small section behind the school library, a hand placed on her slender hips as she stared at Alexander Ross, a guy she heard of, but never actually interacted with.

“So, you’ve lost the bet,” She started, high pitched voice steady, “Now you’ve got to help me out yeah?”