The other boys were bitter and just glared in Lawrence's direction. Lawrence is the epitome of a perfect man for a perfect girl. And Yanarym was the perfect girl for them, although some had the guts to show her their feelings, none succeeded in persuading her to be their girlfriend. And they wouldn't dare. Because for them, she's like that one girl that everyone could see- but no one could own.
Their classmates that were aware of what's going on placed their bet. Quarter on that Lawrence will get rejected and the other quarter was he could date her. Half of the class didn't participate in the bet. That was the majority of the class, male, who had years of admiration for the subject of wager, Yanarym.
"The name is Yanarym, sir." Yanarym saluted but Lawrence chuckled at her and laid down her hand. Stroking the back of her palm with his thumb.
"Too formal, you can call me Law," Yanarym smirked on her head and took the gun back.
