Someone pinched my arm.
I looked around the classroom looking for a suspect but I stopped when I saw him.
He was smiling while having a conversation with his friends.
Right, he was so friendly.
Everyone in the room might treat him as one,
except me.
I don't like guys like him in the first place.
He's noisy.
He talks a lot.
He smiles a lot.
He laughs a lot.
He has a lot of friends.
It's not that I'm an anti-social person...
well, I guess I am.
The room was filled with noise until our professor in Management II entered.
He was sitting at the back of my seatmate, so it's not that far.
I can glance at him anytime if I want.
I just have to pretend I'm going to get something out of my bag.
"Everyone, please hand me your permits." our professor was referring to a paper stating a permission to take an exam.
Good.
I now have an excuse to look at him.
I opened my bag and searched for my permit then finally found it, after seconds of wandering my hands inside the bag.
I quickly glanced at him, only to find out he was staring at me.
Oh my gosh!
Wearing a nonchalant face, I ignored him.
Deep inside, it feels like I was about to die.
I couldn't help but blush.
Shit, why did he do that?
Oh my gosh I am freaking out mentally.
He was staring at me the whole time I was searching for my permit!
He saw my face!
My fcking ugly face!
I heard him chuckle.
A manly chuckle.
I guess he already realized that I caught him.
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PHANTASM
Non-FictionA story of a girl living a lonely life. She was born to be single. She dedicated herself to her studies. She didn't lack love coming from her family and friends but deep inside her heart, something's missing. She don't want to wake up alone. Everyt...
