The exam hall buzzed with a low hum as students trickled in, their faces laced with varying degrees of panic, stress, or pure resignation. Liam walked in with his usual unbothered stride, his presence turning heads instantly—especially today. Ever since his return, people couldn't stop whispering about his looks, his confidence.
Ann, looking effortlessly beautiful in her white blouse and pleated skirt, spotted him the moment he entered. She had been waiting for this—not the chemistry paper, God no—but for Liam. Chemistry was her nemesis, and Liam… well, he was her hope.
She slid into the seat beside him as soon as he sat down, her perfume wafting into his nose, sweet and floral, almost distracting. She winked at him as her hand brushed his lightly. "Hey genius," she whispered, smirking.
Liam rolled his eyes with a small grin. "You're sitting here just so I can bail you out, aren't you?"
