Irrespective of their class we represented, we seated together within the auditorium filled with first-year students.
The place was buzzing with the sounds of students murmuring and talking among themselves.
And with the hundreds of students, I sat at the very end of the auditorium, looking at the lovey-dovey couple sitting in the seat in front of me, holding hands while bickering.
"Tch, they are doing it everywhere."
Aimar, who sat beside me, grumbled, glaring at them.
"Jealous bitch," I replied, glancing at him.
He pressed his lips together but stayed silent, his eyes drifting to Miley, who sat in the front row with a group of noble girls.
"You should've sat with her," I commented, watching him.
"It's fine," he replied, unwrapping a candy. "It's not like she'd notice me anyway."
"Good to see you've accepted that," I shrugged, turning my attention forward as Oliver shifted closer.
