Hey, readers! Thank you so much for clicking onto 'The Student Council's Pet'! I wrote this purely to get a good laugh back in 2017. Although there's a bit of as well as lots of it's otherwise a comedic teen fiction book with a main character who swears like a sailor and characters who are not what they initially seem ^^ It's purely satirical. So if you're expecting otherwise (specifically, mature content), you won't find any here, sorry!

That all said, I had this book up in the past and have taken it down because I had lots of negative experiences posting it on Wattpad. The positive feedback was little to none in comparison. I ended up just hating the book :') which is ironic because I wrote it with the intention of it being a fun, comedic read.

I'll be keeping up the first few chapters of this story on Wattpad but if you want to read the full story, Obviously it's free there so don't gotta worry about that if it's something that'll hold you back.

If you do read on, I hope you are able to enjoy the story! <3

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Amidst the meagre seventeen years I've been living, I could easily tell you that I've gotten myself involved in a whole range of trouble.

You name it.

Fist fights, arguments, rigorous competitions... There was also that one time I'd gotten sneezed on by a goat after being set up by a classmate—but anyway. Point is, I've gotten myself mixed up in just about anything and everything. And my spontaneous behaviour only added as an instigator to that.

There have been many instances where I'd been told I was a psycho. Not that I was entirely sure why. I mean, so what if I sent all the boys in my grade to the school nurse for eating my handy stash of snacks? It was my food. They had it coming. Plus, when those girls decided to spray an insane amount of perfume in the locker room—perfectly aware I was allergic to the stuff—it shouldn't have come as such a surprise that I exposed all their secrets to the entire school. The things those girls did behind their boyfriends' backs was sickening, just like the perfume they decided to spray. If anyone deserved the awful breakups that ensued as a result, it was them.

I guess there was also that time I set the chemistry lab on fire because my lab partner was impudent enough to try and flirt with me. Well, after his eyebrows got singed off he sure as hell didn't try flirting with me, or any girl for that matter, ever again. I broke his soul, and boy did I enjoy it.

But back to the subject at hand. As insane I might sound, I really wasn't bad. Even if I got myself into these... unpleasant situations, it wasn't as if the entire student body was out to get me. In fact, they didn't mind me much. As long as they stayed out of my way I wasn't going to go on a disastrous rampage like some beast. It was only the idiots that actually tried something with me that ended up getting what they deserved. Even the teachers and principal knew to stay out of my way, and so far no matter what I did, as long as it wasn't too unreasonable, always seemed to pass.

Until this very moment.

I could honestly tell you that I've never been so screwed in my entire life.

"Oh, come on! Before you say anything, this was totally not my fault. How was I supposed to know you weren't an inanimate object to take my anger out on?"

The principal of Rokura High School directed the nastiest glare in existence at me, gripping an icepack to his already swelling bald head. Bringing his lips together, he hissed, "You punched me."

I sucked in a tentative breath. "It was an accident, I promise."

He didn't falter. "You punched me."

Slumping into my seat, I nodded. "That bump on your forehead is enough proof. Can we move on now?"

"...You punched—"

"All right! I get it already!" I hollered, more anger slipping in my tone than I would've liked. "Do you want a cookie for pointing out the obvious three times or something? Holy crap you're annoying."

The cuss that escaped my mouth sealed my fate, and I should've known it.

If it wasn't already obvious, I was an absolute idiot.

"Kasumi Yonamine!" the principal screeched. "You are the—"

"—Most amazing student you have ever come across in your entire career?" I finished for him, clasping my hands together and blinking pleadingly.

"No!" he refuted, glowering once more. "You—"

"—Are the most amazing and hardworking student you have ever come across in your entire career?"

"No!" he snapped again. "You—"

"—Need to be left off the hook and forgiven?" Vigorously bobbing my head, I sprung to my feet. "I agree! I really agree! Thank you so much, sir—"

"Sit back down!"

With a short grimace, I retreated my fingers from the doorknob of the principal's office. I stared at it wistfully. Great. One second too late...

Slamming his fists on the desktop, Mr. Jael—pronounced 'jail', and yes, I very much realized the irony of it—fixed a grim scowl on his face.

"Kasumi! This behaviour of yours cannot go on!"

"I'd beg to differ," I replied with a shrug. "In fact, we can even bet on it. I say if I can maintain this behaviour, I have to be let off the hook. And if I can't, I'll still be let off the hook. Fair enough, right? Okay, now that that's established, let's—"

"Stop talking!"

My lips came together at once. Swallowing hard, I brought my hand to my forehead in mock salute. "Yes, sir! Kasumi Yonamine will be shutting up, sir!"

Mr. Jael honestly appeared ready to kill me. His features were scrunched in a menacing manner, back hunched, fists clenched and knuckles white. Even his face was several shades of red due to rage, mini veins popping out from his shiny bald head currently gleaming off the lights above.

I scooted back in my seat just in case he swung.

"Kasumi."

I saluted once more. "Yes, sir!"

His eyes softened for a moment.

"Look," he said. "I strongly believe that you are a good person—"

I immediately interjected, "You are correct, sir!"

"—And that deep, deep, deep down inside you truly feel sorry for mistaking me as a wall and hitting me."

Making a face, my hand fell from my forehead to my side. "Well..."

He arched an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Kidding." I feigned a smile. "I truly, deeply, most sincerely—and every other word out there meaning genuine—regret ever hitting your rather large—"

"Don't," he cut me off, already aware of how this was going to end.

I grinned anyway. "And very round—"

"Kasumi."

"And shiny—"

"Stop!"

"And bald—"

"Moving. On."

"Head." I snickered after getting it all out. "Sorry," I said. "Let's continue."

The idea didn't sound great to Mr. Jael at all. Once again, he'd gone red in the face. He slapped his palms onto his desk, making me flinch. "We are done here," he seethed, voice completely and utterly reflecting his words. "Done."

My jaw plummeted in slow motion. I immediately lurched to my feet. "No!" I shouted, holding up my intertwined hands. "Not like this! We can't be over like this!"

Mr. Jael stumbled, taken aback. "Why are you—"

"Please, sir! I can't survive! Take it back!"

He inched away in a flustered manner. Though, it only resulted in me pursuing him further.

"Stop!" he shouted. "Stop that! This instant!"

"Oh, God," I wailed, peering at the ceiling. "How am I supposed to live? I'm just a poor, vulnerable seventeen-year-old girl whose principal has even abandoned her! Mr. Jael is so very heartless and mean! True to his ironic last name despite being the principal. I mean, seriously, how does one even possess such a powerful title with a misleading name like that?"

"Kasumi..."

"And why must he act like such a baby due to a trivial matter of an accidental punch to the head? Accidents happen! Kinda like him being born—"

"That is it!" Mr. Jael bellowed. His voice reverberated off the walls, causing me to wince. "You are expelled!"

My mind drew a blank. "Ex-what?"

"Expelled," he enunciated.

I paused. Then carefully looked at him. "Can I get the definition?"

He firmly folded his arm across his chest. "Deprive someone of membership or involvement in a school or other organizations."

Nodding, I hesitantly leaned back into my seat. "May I get it in the form of a sentence?"

"You are expelled."

I took a deep breath then held up my fist to pretend it was a microphone. "E-X-P-E-L-E-D."

"One 'l' short," he notified me.

I stamped my foot in frustration and tossed my fake microphone to the ground. "Dammit!"

Mr. Jael was nothing but exasperated. "Kasumi, can you take this seriously for once?"

Heaving a sigh, I straightened myself in my seat. I refocused my gaze onto him, making sure my poker face remained strong.

"Thank you," he exhaled. "Now—"

I interrupted him by shooting my arm into the air.

With a groan, he said, "Yes?"

Without a second to waste, I leaped from my chair. This time it was my turn to hit the desktop with my hands. "What do you mean 'expelled'?" I exclaimed once it finally settled in. "I thought we were cool, sir!"

"We are not 'cool'," he said.

"Yeah, not anymore," I snapped. "Clearly I was the only one who thought we had a pretty good principal-student relationship going on."

Hesitating, Mr. Jael opened his mouth. "Listen—"

"I will not," I scoffed. "Why expulsion? This entire thing was an accident! I didn't hit you on purpose! I'm not an idiot!"

"And I realize that," he said.

"Then why? Is it because I called you an accident? I was an accident too, okay? My entire existence is an accident, dammit...!"

I stopped to catch myself. Burying my face in my hands, I did my best to hold back sobs. In the meantime, Mr. Jael remained utterly indifferent. Noticing that, I faked a sniffle and wiped an imaginary tear.

Although I paused, waiting for him to comfort me, he didn't succumb. My hands sunk from my face. He stared at me in the most deadpanned manner I'd ever seen.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you seriously not buying this?"

His scowl told me all that needed to be said.

My lips pursed together. "That usually makes Ms. Hisawa start bawling. I have some pepper spray in my bag if you can't muster the tears—"

"You are absolutely full of it!" he yelled.

"Full of what?" I asked. "Sarcasm and wit, then yes. Beauty and grace, then yes. Idiocy and stupidity, then yes..."

My words trailed off but he wasn't flinching.

I awkwardly coughed.

"Oh... that's what you meant. Then... no?"

"Kasumi, you are to be expelled and that's final."

"But—"

"But nothing," he said. "Nothing, and I mean nothing, will change my mind about this."

"Even if I were to ask?"

At the unexpected voice that spoke in my stead, puzzlement seized me altogether.

But with his eyes glued shut, Mr. Jael bobbed his head. "Especially if you were to ask."

"Aw, that's too bad." I shifted my attention towards the office doors. My gaze tumbled upon a rather tall, blond-haired male. His hands were firmly placed at his sides; tidy uniform and hairdo well-implemented, portraying his persistence in school. Though, it was the small smile upturning the corners of his lips that brought a mischievous glint to his ash-grey eyes. "And here I was thinking just how much I can help in reshaping her."

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PS: Shoutout to one of my closest friends KawaiiArtsy for helping me come up with the title for this book! <3 Check out her books. She's amazing.