LUKE BLASTGEN
EVER SINCE I met Loveful, I was already interested in her.
It started when I was in 12th grade. Junior high school students have their own building, as well as the Senior high school students. But we are in the same department, the High school department.
I was walking that time in the 11th-grade classrooms, and as usual, many students on the side giggled as they saw me. Some are yelling and screaming, 'Luke was very hot! O.M.G!'. Some were just silently admiring me. I am aware of that, but I did not take all of it seriously.
As I reached near the door of a classroom, a girl with long, black, wavy hair suddenly came out causing us to bump with each other. Her bag fell to the ground.
"Sorry, miss," I muttered and was about to get her bag but she patted my hands away, a
