Y/N PoV:
When I looked up to see, who's eyes were stabbing me, I saw a boy leaning against the wall across the classroom. His long, dark blonde hair with warm yellow highlights was perfectly falling into his oval face, making it difficult for me to see his eyes. Only when he somehow nervously ran his hand through his hair, I got to see his almond shaped, kinda hooded and I think brown eyes. I'm not completely sure about the color because when he removed his hair from his face, he was very fast to look away but still I could only hardly mistake this boy for someone. Not even with his twin. The eyes which were intensely following every detail of me, belonged to the one and only Marcus Gunnarsen. One of the five people in this town, that I talked to, who weren't my family or my teachers. Who are the other four? His twin brother Martinus, his mom, his dad and his older sister Silje. I never talked to his younger sister, cause by the time that I moved away she was only 2 years old and since I came back, I haven't talked to any of them, that's why there was no reason for me to talk to her. But wait a second, did I say he seemed nervous? Why would he be nervous while looking at me or why would it make him nervous me looking back? I mean I do have a reputation of a cold & arrogant loner but I don't think I'm scary or making people nervous with it. Or am I? Or even worse, does he have the intention of talking to me? ,,Oh god, please, don't let him do such a stupid thing" I prayed. I really didn't want to ignore him or push him away, because at some point in my life, I used to be his friend. Secretly I wanted to be more than just that but c'mon I was 5 or 6 years old at that time. The main reason why I don't want him to try to talk to me is, because he & his family are the only people, who have never left me, besides my sister and her husband of course. They were always there for us, Marcus & Martinus were my best friends. Even when they knew that by being my besties, made them look worse to the others and they didn't have any other friends because of that, they still never left me. They still were my best friends, until one day, my mom made me move to Oslo and didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. On that day they lost their, at that time, only friend. I left without saying goodbye or an explanation. Just like me dad & my mom left me and I know how much that had to hurt them. That's why I don't want that family to try to approach or talk to me and especially to these twins. I don't want to hurt them again, by ignoring them too, when they've never ignored Nicole & me, even in the worst times. But to start talking to them and risk ruining those memories & them leaving or hurting me, that was the last thing I wanted either. When Marcus started walking out of the classroom with my eyes following him, he looked back, once again, at me. Just this time, I was determined to make all of his hopes or courage to talk to me disappear, so once our eyes met, I just rolled them away from it and put a discouraging smirk on. After that he left. Well, I guess it worked. At least I hope it did.
