Help me out this once

P was reluctant to follow me, so I had to drag her past the few students who were also having late lunches just like us.

One thing I like about this campus is their way of brushing things off. Unlike my high school, no one spared us a glance as I dragged her out of the cafeteria.

The moment we were out of earshot, I let go of my hold on her clothes and faced her with a pissed expression on my face.

“What is it?” She folded her arms, with a brow raised at me in question. She didn't look too pleased that I dragged her out of the cafeteria —because of her lunch and Mr Matt.

I doubt she's as pissed with me for leaving her lunch behind as much as she's infuriated with me for cutting off her conversation with Mr Matt.

There is no doubt. She won't ever act on her infatuation with our handsome lecturer. She is just admiring him — nothing else.

I glanced around to be certain there were no students around. We are outside the cafeteria, in a place where our voices can't be heard, no matter