The scent hits nose as I timidly looks up to the person that is sitting next to me right now. I was dumbfounded, he is literally perfection. His hair is perfectly styled up, his jaw line is so sharp that you could've cut your inner if ran across it. His face is so charming that I can't look away. For the first time in 18 years of my life, I've never seen anyone this good looking. He look better than many celebrity out there. 

" You know it's not nice to stare at someone. " the hot looking stranger speaks as he look at me with those charming eyes.

Danm, his voice is so deep. 

" Ohh.....oh, sorry. It's just strange that someone is sitting at the back and next to me. " I said trying to avoid his stares.

" Why? It's not like your an outcast. " he ask while smirking, showing his bunny teeth.

Ouch that's hurt  even if I'm is quiet in class, no one has ever called me an outcast before. He probably think I'm a loner and a bully target too. It's hurt my pride as a human, my mood change 180 degrees.

" It's none of your business! " I snapped at him, shoving my earphones in and blocked every single source of sounds. 

At the corner of my eye I can see him saying something, probably cursing at me for being a bipolar woman. It doesn't if he's good looking or whatever, he hurt my pride by asking if I'm an outcast. The reason why I hated it so much is because I'm literally an outcast at home, my family ignores and emotionally hurt me. That's why school is the only place I feel being included. But this guy just had to say that word.

The teacher walk in and everyone is running towards their seat. I pulled my earphones out since I don't want to get in trouble on the first day. The teacher is an old up-tight lookin