Chapter Twelve

While Mister Dawson is discussing in front, someone opened the door oc e again and it shows Alaric who is all sweaty over his face. He is obviously panting and maybe running towards here until he look at our Professor before he apologize.

“I am so sorry for being late again, Mister.”

I am waiting for Mister Dawson to throw words at him like what he did to me on my first day but he did the opposite. He just motioned Alaric to sit down and the later automatically ran up the stairs going to his seat. Our eyes met but I could not show a smile, knowing that he didn’t got complex by the Professor like what I experienced.

I give Mister Dawson a sharp look, not even worried that he will see me. How unfair! I was late before and he automatically judge me in front of the class—saying about his so-called frist impression, and now, he let that Alaric enter the place without even trying.

Is he gay? And that’s the reason why he don’t