Marigold’s POV

　　My eyes caught the stares of my classmates and I can't blame them. Z is someone a lot of people admire with, even by boys and him being inside of my class is something that is close to impossible, which reminds me again how the fuck he was in this class.

　　A lot of people know we are clos and that we are childhood best friends but Z was never in my class before.

　　My professor, even with her flushed cheeks continued the lesson but I don't have the slightest idea what she was explaining about.

　　My eyes were focused on Z's profile.

　　Is he really here? This...