Slouching, the supposedly low-life gave the the twittering little class president little heed, momentarily caught up in his own train of thoughts. He could of course still hear her through the large, ear covering headphones which currently adorned his head; no amount of technology could possibly stand up against this sort of nagging. Lifting his left foot, Alex pressed the heel roughly against the edge of the table, popping his seat back on two legs, hands rising wearily towards his bleak headgear so as to remove it at length. This whole process took longer than expected, the more of her time he could waste the better. "What's to say I'll keep my promise. I don't have any interest in your petty little 'student council' BS. It's a waste of time. The school's rules are set in stone, here the proficient succeed and the slow get left behind." Wearily, his eyes drew themselves from their utterly blank stare, angled upwards towards the sightly figure of Maya. 

What she spoke was true. There had indeed been a bet, a bet he'd lost quite thoroughly despite his confidence. The agreement had been three rounds of chess, untimed, with the winner dictating terms to the loser unconditionally. Alexander had always been good at the game despite never practicing a moment in his life but his confidence was completely shattered when the student president had beaten him soundly in all three of their games. That was what had led to this unfortunate little situation, what had led to the two of them meeting so clandestinely in the back of the library, wary of either of their social groups catching wind that they were interacting with one another. The delinquent's chilly eyes locked with those of Maya's, ice cold gaze peering into her like a frosty spear. After a moment or so Alex looked away, consigning himself to his fate. There was no telling in what ways she'd make his life miserable if he backed out, best to go along with it for now, at least until he had enough leverage to remove himself from this jam. 

Slipping his foot away from the desk his chair slammed back down onto the ground with a sudden, jarring amount of force. Drawing the inquisitive stares of those at the front of the library who couldn't quite make out what was going on in the back. "Whatever. You've got me for a week, that's it. And afterwards you must agree to a rematch." The sour student rose from his chair, heel of his sneaker bumping hard against one of the protruding legs, jamming it back into its original position slotted against the library desk. "Well then, [i]master[/i], where are we to go?" His sickening sarcasm was all to apparent, especially in his emphasis of certain words.