Chapter 47

Johan's POV

I blow cigarette smoke in Randall's face and laugh. He hits my shoulder hard, and I make a face. It's no longer funny. I used to hate people like him, like everyone I'm sitting with. They are people who have always had everything, living well, and anything they want, they just have to ask for it. I didn't hate them just for that, but the way they walked into a place was exaggerated. It seemed like everything went in slow motion, all eyes on the door as they entered as a group, wearing the most attractive clothes, sunglasses, and some even eating popsicles.

They looked sexy, and the sighs from girls made it clear that they would always be the most coveted in university. For some reason, I always resented having attention or the spotlight on me. People like me and people like them didn't get along. At least, that's what I thought until I became friends with the professor. A man whose mere existence brings a small change to your life.

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