ANMELA'S POV

"Heck! He is his girlfriend already?"

"Maybe he was just flirting?"

"Maybe pass time?"

"What a wh-re!"

"She seduced him. I was sure of that."

"I hate her so bad!"

My blood boiled at the whispers of the students as they saw Laurent and me together, but I ignored that. I should not mind them. It would not change the fact. What was important was that me and Laurent were happily in love.

Laurent was leaning his arms on my shoulder. The representation of possessiveness. That I was his. We walked to the hallway. My ears ached with loud rumors. It was not my attitude to fight back...