Chapter 165 Last Dance

Ross whistled a cheerful tune as he walked into school, his mood visibly lighter than usual. 

His head bobbed along to the imaginary beat as though he were the artist behind the song, drawing curious stares from his classmates.

"You're unusually happy, Ross. Something good happen?" Fatty Dennis asked, his round face scrunched with curiosity. 

Ross wasn't the kind of guy to wear his emotions on his sleeve. Sure, he had his moments, but today was different. 

He had been whistling and grinning for a solid fifteen minutes, far longer than his usual fleeting bouts of cheerfulness.

Ross smirked, hands casually stuffed in his pockets. "What? Can't a guy just be in a good mood?"

Daryl, leaning against the lockers, chimed in with a knowing grin. "Let me guess—you got yourself a new girl, didn't you?"