Return of the Billionaire

CHAPTER THREE

These days I feel so lonely without my mom. I feel like nobody ever cared for me. It made me sad that my mom is in Brazil with Thomas. They will stay there for about a week. My mom left me some money, enough for a whole week.

I wish I had a younger siblings.

I cleaned my plate and went to school or more like hell.

My eyes were fixed on the way I'm going because I don't want to happened the incident before.

Just the thought made me flushed. If I'm not so stupid then I will not bump into him. Ever.

But what caught me was his eyes. It was so beautiful, mesmerizing, and heart-melting. I can look to his eyes all day long.

The shade of blue was so perfect to him. It fits him perfectly. Oh God, just the thought of him made me blush.

But he is a devil himself.

Why am I thinking about him?

I entered my first subject, which is English. Our professor came in and started the discussion. We took notes and listened to him. This is always our normal routine in English. Discussion, take notes, and we're done.

The bell rang and some of the students stood up and immediately got out of this room.

I went to cafeteria and eat alone. I sat on the very corner of the cafeteria. I hate sitting on the middle. I feel so exposed.

I felt a presence in front of me.

I looked up and my jaw almost dropped as the presence of the least person I wanted to see is in front of me.

He took a seat and put down the tray of food on the table. He looked straight into my eyes as if reading my mind.

My heart beats so fast that I think that it will break through my chest any moment.

I looked down suddenly feeling of shyness. I continued on eating and quickly chew my food.

His presence is making me uncomfortable that I want the ground to eat me whole and never show up in this messed up world.

"Hey." I heard him say. His voice is so gentle. I looked at him and he's looking directly at me. This is so awkward.

"Hi." I suddenly said. Why did I even replied? I should stay quiet but if I stay quiet that will be so disrespectful and I will look like a snob. Well, this is weird. I shouldn't feel this way. I should just stay quiet.

"I'm Adam. Adam Tyler." Then he begun to eat.

"Alison Romanov."

"Why a beautiful girl is sitting here all alone?"

No one wants to sit with me. They can't even stand my presence.

I remembered years ago, I tried to sit with two people. Muttered a hi to them but they just give me a deadful glare. My presence is making them uncomfortable that's why I'm used to sit alone and if anyone sits with me, which I found never will happen,

I entered my History class and as usual, only few students are in. Students on the higher standards, that's what they called them, will arrive late or when the class starts in two or five minutes.

It's weird to look that there is no one person talking to me even though there are some people like me.

Five minutes before the class starts, as expected, the higher people came in.
They sat on there seats that were located on the front.

Our professor came in. After he fixed his things, he started the discussion.

I can tell that many students are about to fall asleep and some are asleep by now.  It's kinda boring though. I don't know why they hate history so much but so far the history is my favorite subject.

"Okay." Mr. Jensen, our professor, exclaimed that made the students wake up in their sleep or daydreams.

"We will have your first project for the semester." Mr. Jensen clasped his hands in delight that made the students frustrated and say 'uuugh' at the same time. "Don't worry you're not going to do it alone." He grinned. "You will have a partner this time."

"You need to know the history of this school. Who the one who think to build it and every building has some story behind and all you need to do is research." He explained. "And-"

Our eyes were fixed to the door that suddenly opened. "Hi, Mr. Jensen." He greeted with confidence and scanned the whole class.

Mr. Jensen cleared his throat. "What are you doing here, Mr. Tyler?"

"I will be in your class now." He grinned. "And by the way, I switched class and here's my schedule." He handed the small paper to Mr. Jensen.