Owen
"Give me your class schedule," Monica grab the piece of paper on my hand. I saw her looking up and down, brows furrowed.
"Damn it! We share only one class. Urgh!" she shoved the paper on my chest and rolled her eyes. "Let's go."
"We're not on the same way," I said, shifted the strap of my backpack. She pressed a thin line on her lips. "Fine!"
I saw the three other girls behind her giggling. One of them slightly touch my arm, "Bye," she winked after. It took me a minute to realize she push down a piece of paper on my school polo breast pocket.
I sighed, get it, and throw it away on the nearest trash bin. Walking down the hallway, I glance at where Angelic and her boyfriend stays. When the bell rings, they grab their own hand bags. One of her friend named Natasha caught my eye, and
