Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Damn it. Why are they so tough this time?” I cursed while trying to solve the problems in a math practice paper.
Emanuel fried my brain already during our so-called practice session in the library.
God!!!! I was still having a hard time believing how smoothly he handled those tough questions.
I am not genius kind of genius, but math is my strong subject.
Still, I was always a few seconds behind him in getting correct answers. He just glanced at boom.
I jerked my head and patted my cheek.
“Focus on your timing, Char. Why are you thinking about him?” I scolded myself aloud and looked at the paper again.
I looked at the table watch and sighed when I saw that it was almost my bedtime.
I looked at the window in front of me, and those memories surfaced where I sneake
