Liv's POV
As I entered the classroom, the whole room went silent.
"Oh, hello Ms. Vega! I thought you weren't coming. Why were you late?" the teacher asked.
"Ah, I was talking to Mrs. Velasco. Sorry," I replied.
"It's perfectly fine! Could you introduce yourself before we continue our amazing session?" she asked, beaming. I nodded and turned to face the class.
That's when I noticed… a familiar face.
The piercing. The sharp jawline. The messy hair that somehow looked perfect. The intense, almost predatory gaze.
It was that guy.
Oh my god… he's in my class?! I don't think I can focus anymore.
And he kept staring at me. Great.
I took a deep breath and started my introduction, trying to sound normal.
"I'm Sylvie Vega. Call me Liv. I'm a transferee from Brooksland University."
"That's great! Now would Mr. President like to welcome our new student?" Mrs. Kathe beamed at a student.
It was him.
Not only was he ridiculously good-looking… he's the president too?! Damn, that's cool.
He stood up, calm and collected, like he owned the room.
"Uh… welcome to English Class, I guess… Sylvie? Anyways, I'm Rowan Theodore Sinclair. Call me Theo,the president of the second-year English Club. I guess that's it… welcome."
I smiled awkwardly. My heart thumped a little too fast, but I refused to let him see it.
"Take a seat next to Theo, Liv!" Mrs. Kathe announced.
I walked toward his desk and sat down. The awkwardness was unreal. We didn't even look at each other the whole time.
I tried to focus on the class, but my eyes kept flicking to him. He seemed… effortless. Confident. Untouchable. The way people around him glanced at him, whispered his name… it was clear he had power here, and not just as president.
I scolded myself. Focus, Liv.
Still, every little thing he did caught my attention...the way he leaned back in his chair, the subtle smirk when someone tripped over a question, the way his piercing caught the light.
I didn't know whether to be annoyed or… something else.
Ugh, was this the 'fate' I was talking about?
Guess it's not going to work out…
And just like that, the first class passed in a blur. Every glance, every movement from him kept me on edge.
By the time the bell rang, I felt exhausted.
As I packed my bag, I caught him watching me, just for a second but enough to make my stomach do flips.
Great. This was going to be a long semester.