“That was our very own Lalisa Bartolome!” Caleb Stuart commented from the back row. Looking over my shoulder, I checked on their facial reaction.
Caleb was wearing his familiar charismatic smile which literally made all girls in the class, excluding me, blush every time he reveals his deep dimples. Kent Hoover was simply being himself. Blank and void of any form of expression. Now I am wondering what the hell did my friend found in this man that captivated her toward him in such a powerful way that even the charismatic smile of Caleb cannot break.
And Van was…
I do not want to comment about him again as much as possible because I know you all will interpret it in a very wrong manner again. I mean, I was not particularly so focused on him because I felt something special or what
