What he said to me yesterday always comes back to my mind.

After a while I looked at my wrist watch so I automatically looked at the height of the rooftop where he always hung out. I should be the one hanging out there.

What else is he doing at these times there? Maybe with another woman?

Wait? Why do I think of that fucker again?

I was annoyed to get up from sitting here under a tree. We have no class so I am here.

There are no students here because there are no classes. Maybe they was at the bar or had dates.

That was better because I...