Alivia had a good-looking appearance and a friendly personality. Just one week after starting school, she had already received several confession offers from boys, and they were well aware of it.
Although they were envious, she didn't feel jealous. After all, she deserved to be loved.
"It's really not what you think!" Alivia hurriedly explained after finishing her eyeliner, "We are just ordinary friends, and we planned to go out, so I put on makeup. Where did you get such ideas?"
Lillian nodded in understanding, and just when Alivia thought she was off the hook, Lillian added, "So, you're still in the early stages of getting to know each other, not in a confirmed relationship yet."
"Oh my god!" Alivia patted her on the shoulder and said, "I have to go!"
"No. You haven't explained it to us yet."
"That's right. What does he look like? How old is he? Is he still a student?"
Alivia hurriedly picked up her bag and rushed out of the dorm as if escaping. She could faintly hear Lillian and Fenny gossiping behind her. Only after leaving the dormitory gate, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew, that was scary..." she murmured to herself. If she had come out a bit later, she might have been interrogated further by those two.
Alivia headed towards the west gate of the school, where there were fewer students. Checking the time on her book phone, it was almost five o'clock. They had arranged to meet at exactly five o'clock on the small path next to the west gate. Just as she was about to call Bert, her phone rang first.
She stood at the intersection and stopped. She watched as he quickly walked up to her and asked, "Jimmy?"
"I saw you from afar," said Jimmy as his gaze swept across her delicate face. It was always the first time he had seen her putting on makeup without any makeup. He could not help but be a little surprised, "What are you going to do?"
Hearing his sudden question, Alivia panicked for a second. She clenched her bag and smiled awkwardly, "I'm going home. It's Friday."
Jimmy didn't suspect a thing. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed pieces of scraps of paper on her head. He bent down slightly and took it off for her, "There's something on your hair."
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