Why is she acting like this?
Was she always like this… or was there something more?
One thing was clear, though—Mateo was now even more interested than before.
Just as he was thinking that, the teacher started the lecture. Mateo blinked and quickly turned to face the front. He didn't want to look too obvious.
But…
Even while trying to focus, his eyes kept going back to Olivia.
She looked so focused, so calm—her notes were neat, her pen gliding across the page like it belonged there. With her red hair shining under the sunlight and her serious expression, she looked like something straight out of a painting.
She's like a goddess, he thought.
From the information he'd secretly gathered before transferring here, he knew a lot about her. Olivia was smart. She was a scholarship student. She painted amazing artwork that even professionals admired. And she was kind… or at least, everyone said she was.
She was the kind of girl that everyone wanted.
