When I realize that nobody is close to me, I am forced to stand by the entrance of my classroom, gripping tightly against my bag, looking around me with confusion.
"What the hell was that?" I wonder to myself and brush my fingers through my hair, trying to adjust myself and recollect my composure.
Then I exhale and take a deep breath, about to step into the class that has already begun.
As usual, everybody's attention is drawn to me, and most of the girls begin to adjust themselves as if trying to get my attention, but all this is not what is in my mind right now.
"You're late once again, Mr. Damon," the instructor, Mr. Martins, says, and I chuckle before shaking my head and neglecting his comment while heading over towards my seat.
"I thought you should have gotten used to it by now,
