Author's pov
He’s tired from school. He doesn’t know why he stopped by that certain school right after his lecture. Or maybe he does.
He's leaning against his black car, patiently waiting. They should be heading out by now. Many eyes see him. many begin to talk amongst themselves. Dylan drags his fingers across his hair before fixing the position of his glasses. Students after students begin to file out from the school gate. But some of them stay put when they see him. While others edge closer to greet him. They have smiles on their faces with eyes scanning him up and down. Dylan- being polite- returns the greetings he gets. but at the same time, his hands begins to sweat. memories from when he first entered college come rushing back to his head. the attention he was given that day from
