Camila's POV
"You know what you need?"
"What?" I asked . Im so exhausted. Why does she do this. I love Jovanna to death but Im getting tired of her telling me what i need.
According to her, im a prude. I find that quite offensive. I am not a prude, just as we people call it, geeks.
"You need a guy, and this time I mean it. Look at you being all lonely with those head phones in your ears listening to depressing music", she teased.
"Hey, i am perfectly happy listening to music and sitting in a corner away from civilization, btw"
She squinted her eyes at me. "I dont believe you.....Ill find you someone, dont worry child."
She walked away, leaving me with homework piled up on one of the chairs in the music room. I always find it better to do my work here, i dont know. I just do.
"I'll be here," i mumbled.
How ironic she wants me to find a guy when shes single too. But i guess she does have A LOT of one night stands. Maybe its enough for her.
I heard the door open but didn't look up. "Your ass better have remembered you were here to do your homework or at the very least give me an apology," I warned.
"Well, I dont usually do my homework but I wouldnt mind giving an apology. Im sorry for being too handsome."
Thats not Jovanna's voice. I mean the arrogance is uncanny but.....
I look up and see a guy standing by the doorway. Obviously dyed silver hair, wearing black. All black. It contrasted with his pale complexion. And that smirk plastered on his face......he's beautiful.
I mean.......he's not from here. Korea maybe. Not being racist or anything.
"And you're not Jovanna."
"Well, you dont see me taking selfies in every corner of the room here, now do you?"
That's Jovanna alright, so self-absorbed at times. How does he know that....?
"So you've met her. Not surprised that was her first impression on you," I said as i gathered all my loose papers and stuffed them in my bag.
He just watched.
I slung my bad on my shoulder and stood still. He kept looking at me. I looked back. How long this kept going, i have no idea.
"Why are you here, you dont look like one to play." I finally asked.
"I was directed here for a stupid tutor." He grumbled. He was gripping a pink slip in his hand that was most likely then directions for who to look for.
"Give me that," I demanded and stretched out my arm.
He walked over to me and handed the slip. When i held on to half of it and retreated he kept his hold on it.
"Hey, do you want help or not?" I swear even foreign exchange students are annoying.
"How do I know youre not gonna prank me or somethin'," he questioned.
I raised my eyebrows at him. Im not dealing with this right now. I owe three late assignments. All needed to be turned in by tomorrow.
"Im out," I said, as i let go of the paper and walked away. I was already going towards the library when I heard him call me back.
"Hey, you, anime girl, you left your binder!" He shouted.
I immediately looked back. I saw him, whoever he is, jogging towards me from across the hall. With my binder in his arms.
