The day went good except people lining up at my class to get my autograph. I felt loved but there were many who envied and it bothered me a bit. During the lunch, I was already running back to his cabin when the heelers stopped me.
“Mrs. Martin, Boss isn't here.” they told me and I frowned.
“Okay. Tell him I came.” I answered and left.
Amy gave me sympathetic look while we ate in silence. She encouraged me that the day wasn’t over yet.
The last class was biology and I was eagerly waiting for him to step inside the class. My beating heart loud, probably being heard by others as he walked in with thick rimmed glasses. He placed his bag on the desk; muscles flexed and ran a hand through his ash-colored hair before pulling the glasses above his nose.
The class greeted him the way he likes
