He is a kingka. The most admirable boy in school. Girls are chasing him like crazy. And I’m a wallflower. No one admires me in school. Not even a boy take a look on me. I admire him, I admit it. He is handsome. He is smart. He is the definition of perfect. And I am the definition of those lack-social-students-that-never-being-noticed. He barely knows me so there’s no such a thing called love between us. Because we are on