The day goes on as usual, and I've grown accustomed to Lavin's presence, despite how visible he is. His stares have become a source of amusement for our classmates, but he doesn't seem to mind. That is why I am afraid of his bravery. Our classmates began to talk about us and occasionally asked questions, and the majority of them would likely giggle as if delighted by us, which made no sense.
It was also frustrating that the photo on our group chat was altered, and it was the picture of Lavin staring at me as I was writing. I had no idea who took that photo or how they took it.
West is the hater, whereas Kiara is the first and biggest fan.
"What's the point of shipping them? It's best to ship Franco with Natasha."
West said and rolled his eyes while leaning his head to the chair's table
