Marigold’s POV
My eyes caught the stares of my classmates and I can't blame them. Z is someone a lot of people admire with, even by boys and him being inside of my class is something that is close to impossible, which reminds me again how the f**k he was in this class.
A lot of people know we are clos and that we are childhood best friends but Z was never in my class before.
My professor, even with her flushed cheeks continued the lesson but I don't have the slightest idea what she was explaining about.
My eyes were focused on Z's profile.
Is he really here? This wasn't a dream, was it?
"Please tell me you aren't real?" I whispered, my tongue making a run on my lower lip as I hear the sound of my own heart beating.
It was fast, it was racing - all the signs and calling of thy heav
