Jay-Jay's POV
An all-boys class. š³
Of course. My luck officially hates me.
As soon as I walked in, every head turned ā like I was some kind of alien that crash-landed in their "guy-only" zone šš.
I plastered on a smile, pretending I didn't notice all the whispers.
Then he walked in. The lollipop guy š.
And where did he sit? Right. Next. To. Me. š
I could feel all the boys staring ā some curious, some smirking.
The teacher smiled like nothing was weird. "Class, meet your new classmate, Jasper Jean Mariano."
I stood up, trying not to trip on air (which, with me, is a real danger š«£). "Hi po," I said politely.
A few boys chuckled under their breath.
Then I heard Kieferāyeah, Mr. Lollipopālean back and whisper, "Good luck keeping up with us."
Oh really?
I turned to him and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry. I'll try not to beat you at everything." šāāļø
His friends laughed, and for a second, he looked surprisedā¦ then smirked again.
Yup. All-boys class or not ā challenge accepted š„.