The girl with the same uniform asked me. She's slender, the ends of her hair are in perfect curl and her eyes are bluish. I can't stop noticing her make up that's highlighting the beauty of her face. Her brows are bushy and natural. From the first week that I went to school, I've come to know that she's famous here. She's friendly but a bit intimidating for me. It's just that, we are the complete opposite.
"Alia," I answered her.
She raised her brow and left me. I pouted. It seems like she's annoyed with me or something. She didn't need any introduction, I know her. She's Zoey, that's what our classmates call her.
That's not just our first encounter. Days after while eating at the cafeteria I saw her group enter. It's noticeable because every time she's around she's like the cen
