Angelo clicked his tongue, glaring at the trash can containing the crumpled poster. Who did this Chris think he was? Stealing Angelo's spotlight? Please. Angelo was the only one worthy of being headboy. He was the most popular, the smartest, the most liked. Everyone and their mother wanted to be his friend. He was going to win this election with ease.
But now, it seemed, he had competition. And Angelo did NOT like competition.
"Hey," he snapped, turning to Olivia. "Get your ass over here. I need you to do something for me."
Olivia perked up, looking at him with wide eyes. "Anything, Angelo? You know I'd do anything for you."
Angelo smirked, leaning in close. He could smell the bubblegum on her breath. "Yeah, I know. Find this guy's socials. I wanna know everything about him."
Olivia's eyes lit up. "You got it!" she chirped, already pulling out her phone. "I'll find him in no time!"
Angelo nodded, already turning to leave. "Good. And Olivia?" He paused, glancing back at her with a dark look in his eyes. "Don't tell him I sent you. I have...my ways."
With that, Angelo strode off, his mind already formulating a plan to take down this Chris guy and claim the position of headboy for himself.
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