Noah's pov     

      This is the last class I'll ever attend with her. Mr. Brown started the class with, "Fellas, I think our journey has come to an end for this semester. I'll lecture some classes for most of you here.    

      Our timed CAT will be available on your virtual campus dashboard from tomorrow.    

       You'll be able to access it next Wednesday during the class, so make sure to keep time. It'll be closed in an hour.  

        I wish you well.   

       All of you are free to follow up on the matter at my office at any time. Happy to help.    

      Now, where were we… "    

      I can't afford to pay attention, knowing I might never see her ever again. I wonder where she goes after classes, I have never seen her around campus.        

  She's the definition of mystery, I think I like that about her, and as much frightened. Her calm face turned cold when Mr. Brown signified the end of his lectures. It's the first time she showed anything apart from elegance and calmness.      

    Her eyebrows furrowed at the sad news, or maybe good news to her.    

      I'm into feminine girls, she isn't that.       

    The only feminine thing about her is hair, facial features, and her lips.    

       But, I still find her interesting.     

      There's a saying in my town about the last things being sweetest, today I can relate to that.    

      Her face looks glowing like she is turning beautiful. And her mood too, she seems lighter than in earlier days, like she also might miss seeing me. I don't think so.    

      Her hair is as straight as usual, the smell of her cologne nourishes my lungs, and her eyes are more glowing behind the not-so-ridiculous glasses anymore.  

        Her skin was smooth as ever, her expression lighter, and those lips.   

        Weirdly I feel like kissing them, they are just very soft, moist, and fluffy. Did she apply something to them today, or had I been neglecting them?       

   The class was over before I knew it, I hardly wrote anything down today, she occupied all my attention. I think I might be obsessed, curiously is the father of obsession after all. 

         A guy snapped me out of my mind, he wanted to pasa, so I created a way for him. I don't know him, the only constant thing in this class had been her.   

       She isn't in a hurry, she is just sitting there. What's going on, should I ask for her to make way, or should I try to use the last minutes with her to make her know I'm the pervert she had been seeing me for?     

     "Hey"     

     "Hi", a ghost of a smile on her face. She smiles.      

    "I'm Noah"     

     She didn't share her name, how rude!      

     But, her face had something else, she seemed to be holding in a smile. She failed terribly, smiling.       

   I had thought of her as not hot, girly, or weirdly pretty. I take that back. With a smile on her face, she transformed into a beautiful girl I had never seen before.  

         And she had dimples, who knew! Right now, I think she's hot!     

      I'm getting uncomfortable around her, I turn mute around hot girls. 

         But, her smile is so warm and welcoming that I can't help but stare into those deep eyes and pretty faces. I should say something to break whatever spell she has put on me.   

       "What?"   

       I couldn't help asking.    

      "What?", she replied, rolling those huge eyes, I'm bewitched. Why is she smiling as Christmas came early? What's so funny about me asking and her replying 'What? ' "You have no idea, do you?" Her voice is so smooth as silk, who are you? Did you kill the girl I had been sitting with for the whole semester? Because it isn't her.  

        "No. What?", I couldn't help asking.      

    "The notes", she pushed her notebook close to me. It hit me, I didn't write shit for the whole class.         

 "Of course, thanks. I think I should apologize for the way I have been the whole semester, that's not like me", I try to purify my perverted ways.      

    "Not to me", she gave me an assuring reply. Maybe she didn't care about my little present, which is very true.   

       "Sorry anyways. I have missed a lot", I said nervously while taking her book. She didn't say a word more.

          She just walked out leaving me to photocopy her work. She must have gone out to stretch her legs and get a gulp of fresh air.