Terban’s POV

I only agreed to sell waffles for the school festival because I wanted to forget that night.

Until now, whenever I saw Slyvester, I had to remind myself that I should not stoop low and punch that guy’s face.

“Hi. Can I buy waffles?”

Wait a minute. Speaking of Slyvester, why is he not coming back? Well, if I put myself in his shoes, I might have buried that b*tch who called him “babe” in front of everyone.

“Ahmm, hello?”

No. No. Burying that woman isn’t enough. If there’s someone who will pretend to be my girlfriend in front of everyone, I will drown her to boiling magma....