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The story

PROLOGUE

Even though Bianca was tired and sleep-deprived after coming home from work in the early morning, she still forced herself to get up and prepare for their first day of school.

She worked as a waitress in a secluded bar not far from their place. Bianca couldn't find any other job, so she took it.

She lived in a tenement at the far end of the building. Her life was relatively stable compared to those living on the streets.

She hopped on a jeepney to reach Trinidad University. She quickly took out her ID for use as a student pass, but when she arrived in her classroom, she was the last one to arrive.

Bianca is in Section A star class. They are commonly referred to as nerds, weirdos, show-offs, and others.

"Bianca," she heard someone call her. She looked up and realized it was Jasmine.

"Why?" she replied in a soft, non-disruptive voice.

Jasmine handed her a piece of paper. "This is your new schedule. You didn't show up last week, so they just gave it to me. Where did you go?"

She averted her gaze to prevent her lies from being detected in her eyes. "I-I visited my sister, Ate Bellaria," she replied, even though the truth was that she was looking for a new job.

Jasmine nodded, "I see." She thought that Jasmine wouldn't speak further, but she continued, "Have you heard about our new Philosophy professor? It's our first subject, three hours long."

Bianca furrowed her brow at the news. "Huh? I haven't heard. Where is Ma'am Madrigal?"

Jasmine shrugged, "She's about to give birth, so we have a proxy for the new professor."

Bianca nodded, "Ah, has this new professor been teaching here for long?"

Jasmine shook her head, "I don't think she has taught in any other department either. She's quite new."

Bianca nodded and remained silent. While she busied herself with reading her book, a sudden loud commotion erupted outside their classroom.

She covered her ears due to the loud impact it had on her senses.

"Why are people screaming outside?" one of their classmates asked.

"Did something bad happen?" another guy said, about to stand up to speak when Jake, their class president, intervened.

"Don't, Mendez. Let me handle it," he said, then stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Section A star class was known for being responsible, intelligent, disciplined, and dignified, especially with Jake Martinez as their class president.

Just as Jake was about to step out of the door, he suddenly stopped and quickly turned around to walk back to his seat. A man had entered their classroom.

If you were to estimate, he might be in his late twenties. He was wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt, white slacks, and black shoes. His hair was neat, and he had reading glasses on.

Bianca swallowed hard as his gaze swept over her and locked onto her. She found herself staring back, captivated by the man's striking appearance.

The only word she could think of was, he's perfect.