Douma swallowed, hesitating before opening the door to the classroom. He was looking to join the book club… but he was afraid. What if somebody recognized him? Hell- he knew they would recognize him. He could only wish they didn’t make a big fuss. It wasn’t his fault he was a model, his parents were the ones who…

Never mind. He looked around and grabbed a seat at the back of the classroom, putting his head down.