I sit in class this Tuesday morning fiddling with my pen. The seat next to me is unoccupied. In normal days, Matt should be sitting here but he has not showed up yet. I wonder whether he is okay. Has something bad happened to him? No. I have to stop being paranoid. This is not his class. He just has a tendency of showing up in our class when he is free. Always tormenting me. That’s what Matt enjoys but I somehow like it. Not somehow. I really like it.
I never imagined we would get into a normal conversation with him. It’s weird how we clicked after all the bad treatment I got from him. Well, Matt is really arrogant but has a soft side which makes him adorable. Don’t I love this guy? Not love. Like. I just like him.
I look at the door for the umpteenth time hoping that he is going to walk
