Chapter 1~
Mark James
I was trying to curl my hairs but each time I did they bounce back into their original position.
Mark James
I sighed and looked at myself in the long mirror.
Mark James
I looked back at my face which had light natural makeup, and smiled brightly. And if y'all are going to judge me then go ahead but do y'all really think I give damn fucking fuck.
Mark James
"I hate my life" I whined out loud, a bit too over dramatically.
Mark James
I looked at the time and realized I need to hurry up instead crying over nothing.
Mark James
I parked my car in the parking area and right now I should be in class.
Mark James
Why my assigned lot is 20 minutes away from most of my classes. I seriously have no idea.
Mark James
I finally reach and walk inside the class, everyone stares including the professor.
Mark James
My cheeks burn in embarrassment from all the attention, and I hurriedly walk towards the literal only open seat in my class.
Mark James
There is a decent amount of people in this class, but it is quite smaller than my others.
Professor
"-Job satisfaction is an attitude that can be measured in many ways. For example, we can give surveys to the workers to see whether they are satisfied or dissatisfied with their job."
Professor
"What is wrong with measuring jobs in that way?" He asks us.
Someone
"Workers could lie in the surveys in fear of getting fired."
Mark James
A voice around me rumbles out smoothly.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
OK so y'all it's in mc's pov right now if something might confuse you so.
Professor
"Mhmm... And how could we avoid that"
Mark James
I look over for the response only for my eyes to widen and my mouth to almost drop to the floor. This dude was freaking perfect.
Mark James
He has on an expensive looking watch and was wearing a very decent cologne.
Mark James
I can't even hear what he is saying but once his mouth stops moving his sky blue orbs glance at me. I immediately look away, blushing violently.
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