Velvet's POV

I found myself actually interested. It was strange, but not totally since I knew the reason.

The class was done in the next hour and my classmates scrambled, packing their stuff into their backpack. I checked the timetable.

It was the only class for the day.

My heart raced faster.

Doubling. Tripling.

My chest would burst out open if it paced up.

I remained on my seat, waiting for everyone to step or a greater percentage. While waiting, I pulled out my phone and dialed Zavian’s number. I called, he picked.

“Done with class?” He uttered before I got to speak.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I'll come to pick you...