LARISSA’s POV….
The door was slammed shut and I knew the teacher had walked in because everyone scurried back to their seat then the class immediately went quiet. The sound of the door pulled me out of my daze and I realized tears were already trying to stream their way down my eyes.
Hell No!
I don’t want to cry. I don’t want Noah to see me cry. He does not deserve to know how torn I am over the breakup. I didn't want anyone to see me cry. This was not the best time to cry.
Hold it, Larissa Simmons! This is not the time to cry.
I buried my head down and blinked a couple of times to hold my tears from falling.
“Oh my Gosh! Is this our English teacher?”
“He looks so young.”
“Take a look at that beautiful hair. I just wanna run my hands through them.”
“Holy s**t! He is so f****
