Rain's pov
I took Asher to my room and applied medicine on his wounded fist, even though he was the one who hit that guy.
He was quietly sitting on the couch with a grumpy expression shrouding his face.
“Why are you so angry?”
“That fu*king ba*tard shouldn't have touched my thing!” He answered.
“I am not your thing, Asher!”
He aggressively removed his hand from my grip and walked out of my room.
*Sigh
“What is wrong with him?” My lips murmured alone.
***
The next day…
I stepped into the classroom only to see my bench was gone!!
“Where is my bench?”
Everyone was silent, even though it was one of them who hid it. My eyes looked for another chair, but nothing caught my eyes.
My feet were about to step out, yet someone entered the classroom with a chair on his masculine shoulde
