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~Brielle's pov~
I couldn't help but stifle a yawn as I slumped deeper into her seat, yawning repeatedly, watching time drag on, feeling the heavy weight of the lecture dragging on.
Time seemed to stretch like an endless road, and every minute felt like an eternity. The hands moving excruciatingly slow. My eyes flickered toward the clock.
Miss Anderson's voice was a distant hum buzzed in the background like a drone, because I was barely listening.
Instead, i was lost in my own little world, chewing gum with loud pops, I shifted restlessly in my seat, casually shifting and crossing my legs to reveal more of my skin, loosening the buttons of my shirt.
Secretly, I snapped a few selfies on my phone, grinning as I checked the pictures.
'My followers are so going to love this'
I thought with a sly smile, staring at the screen and admiring the images i'd just taken. A sudden thought crossed my mind, a spark of mischief igniting in my chest.
'Hmm'
I glanced up at the clock once again, only to groan internally and I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
Thirteen minutes had passed.
That meant that there were still a painful hour and thirty-two minutes left. This felt like it would never end.. It felt like my life was slowly being sucked away, one minute at a time. I patted my head with an exaggerated sigh.
'Urghhhhhhhh'
I couldn't help myself. I sneakily snapped another photo with him sitting next to me and posted it, typing under it:
"My new boyfriend y'all, he's taking care of me❤️".
I smirked at the little lie I just told, but what if it wasn't a lie? I'll get him obviously so what's the lie in it....I could totally get him.
I tapped the post button, sending it to all my socials—Blistagram, Pacebook, Flitter, Liclok and chatsapp status.
I grinned to myself He's mine. I could already imagine the conversations stirring online.
The rush of satisfaction filled my veins, and i let out a quiet laugh, keeping my eyes on Damian as i casually scrolled through my social media.
'Damian'
'Wow'
Occasionally, my eyes flicked over to him, Damian. He was everything. His style was immaculate. He was so hot. He wore a black leather jacket elegantly casually draped over a long-sleeve fitted black turtleneck, tucked neatly into black jeans.
The belt with a striking silver with an intricate cloud-shaped design with the name 'Dãmīãñ' inscribed in a bold font.
The dangling shimmers of silver petals attached to it made the whole outfit pop and a delicate silver chain dangled from his pocket, attached to a pen.
'Why a pen, who even puts a pen on a chain like that...is that fashion?' I couldn't help but wonder, furrowing my brows in confusion.
I shook my head with a soft chuckle, but i couldn't look away. He was perfect. His style and choice of jeans was enough to get me on my knees, it wasn't tight but shaped every contour of his hips.
Even his ripped black jeans hung just right, fitted in all the right places, drawing attention to his toned legs, just like those male models in magazines, his muscular yet sleek build that looked like it had been sculpted by angels.
My gaze lingered, admiring the contrast of the dark jeans against the white of his sneakers. The shoes were definitely new, probably the latest Nike or Air Jordan brands, i didn't care much about shoes that weren't heels, but i knew for a fact, that shoe cost a fortune.
Daddy could buy me those, i mused wistfully. My thoughts were already drifting to how i could get those shoes into my hands.
The subtle movement of Damian's body snapped me out of my reverie. I quickly averted my eyes, pretending not to be staring.
He has to notice me first, I told myself, He has to want me first... he has to fall for me first ... He has to be obsessed with me first... He has to yern for me.. he has to be head over heels for me.. he has to...LOVE ME...
I smirked at the fantasy unfolding in my mind...Us together. Holding hands. Kissing. But as my gaze flicked back to him, i caught him at an odd moment. His eyes were fixed on his notebook, sketching something.
WAIT!
I froze, staring at him in disbelief. He was completely uninterested in the class, in anyone. this time focusing on his face.
His deep eyes were drawn to his book, his focus entirely on the page as he sketched something, seemingly unaware of Miss Anderson's efforts to get his attention.
Everyone else in the class was either trying to pay attention or sneaking looks at him, but he was completely absorbed.
He was lost in his own world, eyes focused on his sketchbook, as though no one else existed. Not her. Not anyone but in whatever he was sketching he didn't even look at....Me.
'WOW'
My fingers twitched slightly, and I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, shifted in my chair so it appeared like I wasn't staring, though it was hard not to.
'But how could I not?'
His eyes were piercing cold, dark eyes blinked slowly, yet so hypnotic. They were like two deep pools of brown that seemed to stare into my very soul. My heartbeat quickened, and i swallowed, feeling the weight of his gaze as he slowly blinked.
His eyelashes fluttered, creating a slight crease in his left eyebrow, a subtle yet striking feature.
The slight slit in his left eyebrow caught my attention. It was hard to tell if the slit was from a scar or if it was a fashion choice, but either way, it looked ridiculously hot.
'Was It a scar, or just part of his looks?' It didn't matter. He looked even more irresistible.
'Why does he have to be so prefect?, what goes on in his head, what does he think?' I thought.
His hair, it was straight yet with a hint of wave, it moved in the breeze from the window.
The black-and-silver streaks in his hairstyle only added to his allure. It was neatly styled, the back just long enough to graze his neck, while his front strands reached his cheeks.
It framed his sharp jawline, which could easily belong to a K-pop idol, and a thin stunning silver chain hung around his neck, with an unreadable calligraphy pendant dangled from it, the name inscribed in calligraphy, carefully designed to blur unless you were up close to him.
'Security? What could he possibly be hiding with that?' I wondered.
I thoughts continued to race as my eyes wandered lower, but i quickly forced myself to refocus on his face. His lips, soft, full, and perfectly shaped—betrayed his cold exterior. Not sexy, i thought, but adorable.
They completely contradicted his cold exterior. His upper lip was pale, almost the same color as his skin, while the lower lip was a soft reddish-pink, looking enticing in an innocent, adorable way. And it curved up...up?.... wait—was he smirking?
~End of Brielle's pov~
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