Brandon's bench was full of roses from few girls and boys. But he doesn't care. Right now, he was lost in thoughts. He was standing at the corridor of 2nd floor and was lost in thoughts about his late parents, He lit up a cigarette and started to smoke.

While smoking Brandon seems to lost in deep thought. The breeze is blowing his short hair, making him look 10 times more attractive. He puffed his cigarette and toss it on the nearby dustbin.

Brandon mumbled to himself

"What a shitty week..."