Calista
"I am Draven Ravos, an exchange student from Boston," he introduced himself in a cold, measured tone. As his eyes landed on mine, my heart began to race even faster.
What is he doing here?
It felt surreal to see him standing there, almost as if he wasn't real. Was this really happening?
From the murmurs around me, I caught snippets of conversation.
"God damn, he looks so handsome!"
"I bet that's some rich guy right there."
"He's Draven Ravos, as you can see. I hope you will welcome him." The professor said, but all I could focus on was Draven's piercing gaze.
He turned his attention away from me, scanning the room with a disinterested expression. My mind raced, trying to make sense of his unexpected presence. It felt as though he had finally moved on and forgotten about me, but I couldn't stop thinking about him or wondering who he would sit next to.