Ingrid's POV

"Ingrid, your paper?" a classmate asked me. I just handed over the paper I answered before immersing myself in my desk. I can't help but feel cold. I couldn’t stop coughing while hugging myself.

I forced myself to stand up even though I just wanted to sleep because of the headache.

“Wow, Ingrid. Are you really good at getting men? Can you teach me?” Steffanie said sarcastically at me as I stood up. I wasn't in the mood and strength to argue with her so I just walked straight out of the classroom but before I could do that she gave me a glare.

"You're so proud and...