CHAPTER 7
Even after three days, I still couldn't guess who you were.
The flower boy, Peter David?
The best dancer, Harrison Keenan?
My brother's good-looking best friend, Tom Wallace?
The transfer student, Thomas Lee?
The cute senior, David Sinclair?
The charming, Dale Moss?
or the school's heartthrob, Lucas Holland?
'Hey, I think I know who you are.'
'You do?'
'Hmm I have someone in mind but we'll see. And you? Who do u think I am?'
'Honestly, I don't know. Can't you give me a hint? Please.'
'Benjamin Ferguson' was never on my suspect list, until Emily brought it up.
"Eugene! Are you close with Ben Ferguson?" she asked.
I thought she was crazy to ask that, but then I got your reply.
'Haha I bet your cute. So okay. I'm the best looking boy in my class! Grade 11 by the way!'
A grade 11 senior who is overly confident, flirty, good at sweet talks, good-looking(?), and is a good dancer. There can only be one person that I know, who fits all of the criteria.
The school's bad boy, Benjamin Ferguson.
But you said you were the shy type? How?
