Jeno's POV

Calculus. Calculus. Calculus. Gosh this is so boring. Do we look like some 10year old kids? Why don't they try making us solve something harder? I've learnt all this when I was 10. Yes, yes. I won't deny I'm a genius. 

"Jeno, answer the question." Huh? What? I dropped the pen I was spinning and climbed out of my chair. 

"Four hundred and twenty-three." Easy. Didn't even take me a second to solve. Sigh, school's a joke. I looked around the classroom. It was just out of habit. Like who wouldn't glance around the classroom when they're standing taller than everyone else. Okay, maybe only me... Oh. That girl. Hana. She's sitting beside Mark. It's not that I pay extra attention to her or something. It's just that she's weird. She's different from all the other girls. All the females around me would squeal and scream and whatnot when they see me. But she doesn't even react to my presence. She doesn't even flinch when I stared at her for an hour. I know I look great but there isn't a need to go all crazy when I'm around. I don't like attention. I may seem all cold and jerk-ish but I am  just like every human being. I breath oxygen. I eat food. Nothing special. I don't like those girls who pull their skirts down or touch-up their make-up when I'm around, they're lowering themselves and making themself look like s. I don't like that word but, well, it's the word to describe them. Hmm... You seem confused about my personality. Basically, on the outside, I may seem a little nonc