Hannah
It's one of those moments where you just observe what’s happening right before your eyes. It’s like a movie scene. I am in the middle of the corridor, a few steps away from the door of the principal’s office.
Anton is dressed in a polo neck sweater, and a long black coat on top. His hair is perfect. Is skin- too. Everything about him screams “rich and smart”. He looks like the main character in those romantic Christmas movies. Only hotter.
My teacher is standing before him, clutching her blouse. She touches him occasionally, laughing. Some of the students who pass by them steal glances at him, then giggle.
Anton can be charming as hell. In a way, I am happy they couldn’t get in touch with Gabriel because he doesn't look like the type of guy who would have patience for this.
