The next couple of days, Kris and Hyoyeon were busy.

Several meetings were held with the class Presidents to discuss about how the candidates should be chosen from each class. The meetings were conducted in a conference hall which could accommodate more students since the meeting room should only be used for school committee meetings.

Hyoyeon gradually learned how complicated the process was. The students had to fulfill a list of criteria in order to at least be in the candidate list. It was not an easy task. Seeing the students who made it into the list, she knew how demanding a position in the committee was. All the candidates excelled in studies and extracurricular activities. They had passion and equal amount of determination to get themselves in the committee.

                           By Wednesday, she knew that she would've never made it into the committee if she were to apply. She probably wouldn't have even made it in the candidate list!

But she did.

All because of Kris.

She couldn't help but admire him. The way he handled everything was worth praising. One gesture or word was enough for him to control a class full of students. He was respected, admired and looked upon not only by fellow pupil but also by their seniors. No wonder no one would believe her if she were to tell them that he has forcefully kissed her. Not just once but 4 times so far.

             What bothered Hyoyeon was the fact that she had pretty much nothing worth mentioning to do in those meetings. Before meetings, during school hours, Kris would order her around to make copies of or organize a bunch of papers or prepare coffee for him and similar jobs. Hyoyeon felt like a maid being ordered around by her master. She had no say in any of the decisions and came to know about them only after they were finalized by Kris. He could have made anyone his VP, if he just wanted all the petty tasks to be done.

           What was her purpose? Clean up the conference hall? Hand out the agenda to the people who attended the meeting? God! Anyone can do that! Why her!

        One thing she was glad about was that, now that Kris was busy and they were not left alone for more than a couple of minutes, she didn't have to deal with his erted side. There were no sudden kisses. Not even a knowing smirk. Her lips were safe. As for the mask, she dumped it in the waste basket without further thoughts. It didn't serve it's purpose.

      By Thursday, the candidate list was finalized. She got her first glance of the list when Kris asked her to make copies of it. So much for being the vice-president! But nobody else, not even her friends Seohyun and Yuri knew that she was more of a maid than a vice-president.

            An assembly was organized to be conducted on Friday morning. A stage for the candidates to introduce themselves to the rest of the school. Hyoyeon arrived early that morning and was busy organizing the candidates in the backstage and making sure that the class presidents were successful in maintaining discipline.

      A few minutes before the assembly, Kris arrived with the principal and other delegates. They were engaged in, what seemed to be, a serious conversation. He was indeed a leader.

         Hyoyeon's heartbeat increased as she watched him address the crowd of students. She couldn't help but be attracted to his overflowing charisma and charm like every other girl in the auditorium.

Immediately after the introductions was voting. One by one, the students punched in their choices and inserted the paper in the box. Only the high school students participated in it but nevertheless, it was a Herculean task to conduct the elections.

     Hyoyeon gave her all in. She was determined to convince the students that she was worthy of the position and her determination was evident in her actions. By evening, the boxes containing the voting papers were securely placed inside a locker room. The room was to be reopened on Monday morning. It was decided that the votes will be counted and the results will be declared by Monday evening.

    After locking the room, Kris and Hyoyeon walked towards the meeting room. More like Kris walked and Hyoyeon dragged herself. She was exhausted by the end of the day. She barely sat for a minute.

      Entering the room, she continued dragging herself and plopped on the couch. Kris sat next to her on the couch. Her legs were sore from all the running around. She removed her shoes and started massaging her foot. Kris watched her as she frowned and massaged her feet. A couple of minutes later, she sat up straight an