Yzabelle
Oh my God! What is he doing here?
His eyes surveyed the whole room and landed his gaze on me. I felt uneasy, I could not even focus on what the professor was saying.
All that matters to me is the fact that he was joining my class.
I mean, why and how?
How did he get into my class knowing that the school year would be over in a couple of months? I mean, though it was just a month since the semester had started, it was still the last semester. Was it really possible for a student to join the class late?
What about his thesis? Was he not required to do one? Or was he just an irregular student?
Ugh! What would I expect? This guy always puts me into deep confusion.
I would definitely go crazy if I continued analyzing everything.
“Girl, oh my god! He is devastatingly handsome!
