“Do you mind helping me get my car back when your class is done?” I ask

“Yeah, what time does your class for today ends?” he asks

“2.” I curtly reply

“Mine’s 1:30 but I’ll wait outside.”

“Nah, you can come inside; I’m sure.” I smiled; he’s always welcome

The car entered the campus parking lot and he parked it at his usual spot. I undid my seatbelt and grabbed my bag. I opened the door and stepped out of the car as he did the same and most of the eyes there immediately landed on us. Not trying to brag but we’re considered as popular around campus.

“See you later!” I waved at him and he nodded

Building H: Designs and Fashion

Yes, my major is fashion; I’m into fashion, know the latest trends but I have my own style. I walked to the ‘Creative’ room, that’s what they named it which is cute and suddenly I hear girls squealing; irritating but hey, whatever. Either they just saw a cute top or…

“Kylie…” Oh, a familiar voice indeed

I spun around “Hey.” I smiled

“You forgot this.” he held out my designing book

“, Mrs.Sun would’ve killed me if I forgot these.” I grab the book from him “Thank you so much! I owe you.” Honestly, I owe him a lot

“No need.” he shrugs. Ah, I love this gay guy

“Come on, I must owe you something right?” I hooked my arms with his and drag him along the way while girls just pout at us. Sorry guys, makes no difference anyway, he’s not into girls

“Tsk, like?”

“Okay, maybe I could hook you up with some cute and hot guys or something?”

“Do you even know any non-straight guy?” he raises a brow

“Not yet, but I could find one, Wednesday night is gay night in Blitz right? Maybe we can hang there tomorrow.” I tug at his arm with a wide grin

“I really need to study.”

“Please, you have a brain like Albert Einstein but a body like a god.” I roll my eyes “Take a day off Kris.”

“I’ll have tonight off, I have a paper work to be done for tomorrow.”

“Deal! I’ll treat you to any drink!” I beamed

“Now that is settled, I should be going to class.” he smiled

“Of course, I can’t stop Mr.Perfect, run along then.” I gestured “Bye hot stuff.” I cheek-kissed his cheek, you know those cheek to cheek stuff

“Bye, study well.” he winked before ruffling my hair and walking off and I swear almost every girl there fainted as he strolled off like a supermodel

If you’re wondering why I did not tiptoe when I cheek-kissed him, it’s cause I stand 173cm tall and with my high heels; that’ll make me 180.5cm, see? No need to tiptoe. I’m not THAT tall, apparently, becoming a supermodel on those famous runways needs to be about 175 and above; looks prettier with that height as they say.

But I did get offers from some agency to be a spoke person or commercial model and stuff. If I wanna become a supermodel; simple, have my mom influence a famous agency to take me in. Storm is a good agency but being a model is like being a celebrity, too many no’s and don’ts. So I prefer being the party girl who lives her life as she wants it to be.

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