Albert
Having girls standing and watching me wherever I go never surprised me. Ever since I entered kindergarten, my charm always worked on those of female pupils and teachers.
However, today is something else.
The moment I walk into the school gate, a girl in a button-down periwinkle belted shirt dress and white sneakers approaches me with her cheeks tinted pink. "Excuse me, are you Albert Stanley?"
I stop walking and smile at her. "Yes, I am."
"The dean wants to see you. Please follow me. I'll lead you to his office."
My smile falters after hearing her words. What business does the dean want with me? I can't help but voice my curiosity aloud. "Why does he want to see me?" I ask her.
"I don't know." She shakes her head. "He only tells me to bring you to him."
"Oh." I frown.
"Let'
