Have you seen the paintings in his room?

I stayed back after class to help Mr Matt. I called Star earlier to tell her that I will be late, which means she will be here thirty minutes later.

“See you tomorrow.” P pecked me before she skipped down the stairs. We agreed to have a lunch date today, but her boyfriend returned last night. So, she's going over to his house for a date —well, an R-rated one.

Funny enough, she didn't mention Mr Matt throughout the day. Her boyfriend was the only one in her mind, which is so unlike P, who loves admiring boys.

There were few students around. Most were hurrying out of the building, while some were heading towards their next classes, especially the second-year students.

Back when I started, I envied them because most of their classes were afternoon lectures. However, I don't feel that way any more. I don't like morning classes, and I sure as hell don't like evening classes.

I knocked on the door of Mr Matt's class before I opened the door and stepped in. “Good afternoon, sir.” I greet