I pretended that I didn't see him. So, I turned around and started walking straight in that hallway. As I about to take my third step, I heard that deep voice called, "Cara," I froze in my place. No, Anastasia! Keep walking. You are not Cara, eh? I told myself before I resumed walking again, ignoring the gazes on me.
Because of that guy, I am getting unwanted attention now. Damn that bad boy, Eleanor!
Firstly, he fought with me for that slice of strawberry pastry, and my baby, Emma, solved that issue.
Secondly, he was the one who hit my scooter with his motorbike, and then he asked for compensation.
Thirdly, he was the one who made me hit his nose with his unfair remarks, and then I have to tend him.
Fourthly, he became my locker mate and warned me not to keep any girly stuff in that
