Chapter 42

Lillian's POV

I can feel Lucas's glances on me, but I ignored him. When the other students started coming in, I decided to socialize to distract myself and to be away from Lucas.

After a few minutes, the class started, and our professor stepped in.

He was wearing round sunglasses, and his white moustache made him look old. He looked strict and intimidating.

I sat straight and looked at him as he roamed his eyes around. When our eyes met, I smiled, but he just ignored me and took out an object from his bag - an apple.

"Paint this apple in an hour. Your timer starts now," he said, and he was about to walk away when Tiffany raised her hand.

"Won't we introduce ourselves first?" she bravely asked.

The professor walked towards her, and I could see her hands trembling as he took a step closer.

"I don't care about your names, Miss. I care about your art. Impress me with your art, then I will be interested to know your name. But if you can't do that, why waste my time on knowing you?" he aske