Sonya Sharma is a highschool indian girl who lives in california with her family which consist of mother, father and older brother. Her motive is to be perfect and satisfy her family.
Andrew Cullen is a European boy who lives in london but for his f...
I feel something so right Doing the wrong thing And I feel something so wrong Doing the right thing I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
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I was in the math class as prof. John was teaching, integretion i am neither good nor bad at doing maths.
As always, the lecture dragged on, and my attention waned with every passing minute. Math, a subject I'd never been fond of, echoed through the classroom, further intensifying my disinterest.
Yet, there he was, Andrew, the guy who always sat behind me. His presence alone sparked a strange mix of emotions within me. I could feel his gaze occasionally, a subtle distraction in the monotonous rhythm of the lecture.
Andrew was different—a contrast to the typical students in the class. His disinterest in math mirrored mine, evident in the way he struggled to keep up with the professor's explanations.
But today, his attention seemed to wander more than usual. His eyes met mine, and there was something in his expression—a mixture of boredom and a hint of fascination. It made me wonder what thoughts lingered behind those black eyes.
My focus shifted back to my notebook, trying to decipher the professor's scribbles. Math was a language I hadn't mastered, and each equation felt like an intricate puzzle I couldn't solve.
A sudden loud shout from the professor disrupted the dull background noise of the lecture hall. "Mr. CULLEN," he bellowed, his disapproval evident. The entire class turned their attention to Andrew, who stood frozen in his place.
"Mr. Cullen, can you tell us all what we just learned?" the professor challenged, a grin playing on his lips.
Andrew's attempt at responding was met with a room full of stifled laughter. Even I couldn't help but smile, finding humor in his struggle to articulate the complexities of math.
As the laughter subsided, Andrew's eyes met mine again. There was a shared moment of amusement, a silent acknowledgment that even in the mundane, there could be moments of unexpected joy.
The professor, seemingly satisfied with the entertainment, redirected the class. The lecture continued, but my attention occasionally drifted back to Andrew. There was an unspoken connection, a camaraderie formed in the face of mathematical adversity.
The bell rang, ending the torture of the math class. I gathered my belongings, feeling a lightness in the air as laughter echoed in the hall. Andrew walked beside me, and I couldn't help but tease him about his "numbers and stuff" explanation.
As we exited the classroom, the day took an unexpected turn. Jasper, one of the popular students, approached with an invitation to his birthday party. I exchanged pleasantries, introducing Andrew to my friends, Sam and Jasper.
