Tar's PoV
It's our last subject now and we still have eight minutes before the gong sounds but our teacher is now making the most of her time.
"Let's just meet tomorrow again. Goodbye class," she said and left. Everyone went out even before the gong sounded.
"Hey, the cleaner will be left here now!" shout of the leader of the fifth group.
"Heyyy the men ran away again!" one of their groups shouted.
"Come on boys, leave! You'll see your mark on Monday with a seven number," their leader threatened, so those who heard came back.
"That's right, I don't want to put seven numbers on your mark," said someone who shouted earlier. I put on my bag and left because my cleaning term was yesterday.
"He's back," I said to myself because yesterday he was also waiting for me because of what happened last Wednesday that I accused him. I didn't look him in the eye and walked quickly but he grabbed my left arm.
"What's up?" I ask with no enthusiasm.