Izel shot a sharp glance at the man talking to you, his focus wavering from his module book.

"Who?" he asked coldly after the man departed from your side. His gaze remained fixed on the departing figure leaving the library.

"That's my neighbor; a boy from another class, I borrowed his module yesterday,"

"Why borrow someone else's book when you can have mine?" Izel protested.

He sulk, get jealous again every time you interact with other guys.