Mr. President, The Heartthrob Will Walk You Home!

"Tch. Look at you, sleeping so soundly while I'm having a hard time reading your handwriting." Dylan stares at Ulysses, who is napping in his chair, with a pair of sharp eyes. "Really, you should write properly, yeah?"

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Fate really is playing with Dylan. He said to himself that he will stay here even if they end up staying until eight in the evening. And now, it's already 7:43 pm, almost eight!

However, there is still a good news in the flood of unfortunate events. He managed to input every word of every page of Ulysses' barely readable 13-page handwritten report. He also printed it and placed it in the folder with his handwritten report.

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He dropped it in his desk, creating a sound that echoed in the entirety of this small office. Hoping this would wake him up.

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One... two... three... No reaction.

Ulysses didn't even move a single muscle, not even slightly opening his eyes. There's no sign that he'll wake up ant time soon.

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This didn't made Dylan give up. he picks up the folder again and dropped it once more. The sound this time is much louder than the first one but still, Dylan receives the same outcome. He really is asleep!

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Wherever angle Dylan looks at him, Ulysses really looks like he's comfortable in his position. Ulysses is crossing his arms on his chest, and leaning on the backrest of his wooden chair. The mentioned chair doesn't even have armrest.

Dylan thought, if he's going to sleep like that in that seat, he'll most probably fall on the ground.

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Now that he got a good look of the other's sleeping face, he realized that he doesn't look so mean after all. How come it hits different when he's awake?

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"Ulysses! Hey, wake up! Let's go home." Still, he received no reply.

"Ugh, seriously? Are you hibernating or something?" He comes closer to Ulysses and slowly pokes his cheek. "Hey, Ulysses. Or do you want me to call you darling? Or is it that only a kiss can wake you up? Pfft... Oh, right!"

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Dylan grabs his phone from his pocket and goes to the camera.

He lightly pinched Ulysses' cheek, making sure he won't wake up just yet, then captured a picture. He can't stop grinning. What would everyone in Northwestern High School think if this bad-tempered SC president is actually this vulnerable when he's asleep?

In the middle of making fun of the other, Dylan noticed something. Ulysses is... warm. He's warmer than Dylan's fingertips.

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Dylan is sure that his hands aren't cold. In fact, he's in his normal temperature. For the other to be warmer than he should be...

He put his palm on Ulysses' forehead to check his temperature properly. He really has a fever.

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Dylan asks himself, "Is the clinic still open?"

He wouldn't know if he won't check it out.

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He put his phone back to his pocket. He then leans to Ulysses, and was about to carry him in his arms when the SC president opens his eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?"

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"Uh. Well..." Dylan blinks twice.

Ulysses is back to his normal grumpy self. He's also like this even if he got himself a fever? So, he'll only look nice if he's asleep?

No wonder he still doesn't get himself a girlfriend.

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"You're too close." Ulysses pushed Dylan's forehead with his cold palm.

Now, this made the stupid heartthrob confused. How come he got a high temperature on his forehead and a low one on his hands?

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"But... I think you have a fever?"

Dylan is sure that the other is warmer than the normal but Ulysses seems fine? Is he imagining things or is it Ulysses can handle himself well?

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"This is nothing. I just need rest." The SC president replies with his usual plain tone.

The truth is, his head hurts a little since this morning but he doesn't mind it too much. It's bearable for him so he thought that it would disappear after a few hours. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. His headache only got worse.

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"Um... okay?" Guess, it's the latter then, Dylan thought. Even so, his conscience is bothering him. "Are you sure you don't want to go to clinic?"

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"Clinic is closed. They're only open 8 am to 5 pm."

In fact, all of the offices, and classrooms are already closed by now. Only the SC Office has it's lights open, as well as the guard house that is open 24/7.

Ulysses changes the topic. "The report?"

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Dylan points at the folder on his desk that he intentionally dropped a while ago. "I'm done with it."

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The president reached for it and looks at the papers one by one.

Dylan even thought that Ulysses will still read whatever each and every paper has. Good thing, Mr. President just scans through it. "Mn. This is fine."

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Fine? Just fine?!

Dylan tries so hard not to make any evidence of annoyance on his face. He took almost two hours encoding it in a lagging computer with sticky keyboard. And of course, trying to understand what's written in the draft took him time too!

He can't help himself but to feel injustice and lack of appreciation. After all the struggles he went through, he didn't even receive a simple "Thank you". This SC president... he really is cold-hearted!

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Dylan gave up on hoping for a positive remarks from Ulysses. He feels like he want to throw himself on his bed.

"Can we go home now?"

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Ulysses didn't answer directly. He thinks for a while, trying to recall if there's still something that needs to be done tonight.

After realizing everything is done, he responds, "Yes."

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"Finally!" So far, that's the most pleasing respond that Ulysses gave him for this day.

However, the thought of him having a fever somehow bothered Dylan. "By the way, are you sure you're fine?"

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"Yeah. I'll be fine by tomorrow." Ulysses picks up his things, getting ready to leave. Then he realized, Dylan seem to be a little nicer this moment.

A small smile draws on his thin and slightly pale lips. He mockingly looks at the other. "Or is it... you're worried about my well-being?"

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"Heck no!" Dylan immediately denied. It is true that he is a little worried about him but his pride won't let him show it to the other.

And then he realized... he's doing it wrong again! He should be "nice" to Ulysses. A mischievous expression dominated his entire face as he retracted his words.

"I mean... yes! Of course, I'll be worried if my darling gets sick."

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This statement of his made Ulysses' mocking smile disappear in an instant. Like a bubble that is popped by a strong blow of the wind. As fast a blink of an eye.

"You're disgusting." Ulysses turns his back to Dylan and headed towards the exit without looking back.

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Seeing his mockery works very well with the president, Dylan can't suppress his chuckles. "Ulysses, darling, you can't compete with me in this matter. So don't try to tease me or else it would get back right at you."

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By then, Dylan realized that Ulysses has two main moods: One is acting cold and distant, and the other one is him being annoying. However, Dylan doesn't see this as an obstacle to get closer to him.

He can handle it very well so it wouldn't be a problem. It's more like Ulysses is the one who can't deal with him.

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"Nonsense. Let's go." Ulysses turns off the lights of the office and was about to close the door, locking Dylan inside.

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"Hey! Wait!" Dylan quickly picks up his bag and hurried to the doorway. "Fine, I won't speak nonsense for today anymore."

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Denise scratches her cheeks with her index finger. Based on his brother's narration, the situation that Dylan and Ulysses are in seems a lot more difficult than what she's expecting.

"I suggest that you should not make Ulysses upset. Try to be nicer."

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He annoyingly crossed his arm on his chest. He was nice to him earlier but... "If I do, he'll tease me!"

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Denise gives him a sweet smile, telling his brother that everything will be fine when it's actually not. "Well... I think you should make your patience a little longer than usual?"

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He lifted himself from the backrest of the sofa, slightly turning his body to face his sister. He points at himself as he say, "Should I be the only one who'll adjust for us?"

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Her sweet smile eventually becomes a forced one. "Well... you're the man--- I mean, you're the one who's courting the other here."

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Surprisingly, her statement made him to somehow cheer up. "Actually, that makes sense. He's the one who'll be gay for me. That means, I'm the dominant here, right?"

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"Um... actually, I..." Denise scratched her head. Now that he mentioned it, he doesn't know who's the top and the bottom!

This... this is a critical situation! An identity crisis starts to arise!

"I don't know."

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Result for the second attempt in winning the SC President: Successful (?)