Jomar and I studied across each other in silence for about 25 minutes and I felt like dying on the inside. I was starting to get restless.
I bit my pen, shook my legs vigorously, looked at the clock frequently. I was behaving like a c***k head. I hate studying
I was practically having a mental breakdown yet this guy seems so focused. He flipped through his book, slowly reading everything piece by piece while constantly removing locks of hair from his eyes.
He would frown when he didn't understand something. He would c***k his hands right before solving a question as if trying to awaken his senses.
How can a clown like this be so serious?
He looked so hot in his element. It was hard to believe that this is the same Jomar that played and joked around
That’s it, I can't take it anymore
