STARING EYES - He's Watching

CHAPTER 2: JUST MY LUCK

The room got so silent that, I felt like the temperature was dropping. I was rooted on the spot, just staring at him, his eyes to be precise. Those intense green eyes. My heart pumped so loudly inside my chest, I could practically hear it.

He looked around him and pointed his index fingure at himself while raising his eyebrows. Confused as to why I was staring at him the way I was. Trust me I would be too.

"You....I mean me.." I took a deep breath "nothing, just nothing" I stuttered. Both the principal and him stared at me like it pained them to see me like that. Well, it pained me to be like this, Why is he here? No, how is he here? Is it him? Is he real?

"Are you okay?" Mr.johnson asked me, concerned. Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment. I was staring at him, followed by stuttering, man I'd love to punch myself.

"I'm okay" I pursed my lips, it can't be him. 'He is not real, thats right. He is not real' I chanted in my head.

"So will you show him around? What is your first class?" He asked him, completely ignoring the need for my reply for the first question which he had asked me.

"English" the guy said, standing up, he stood more than a head taller than me. God, his voice was deep.

"Wonderful, since you have english too you can escort him right? Yes? Well have fun" Mr. Johnson said pushing us out of his office. Did he just answer his own question? Wasn't I supposed to do that?

"Is he okay? Is that how he normally is?" The guy asked me. He was looking at me with those green eyes and it was making me way too anxious.

"Yeah..." I said.

"Come on, Mr. Whitson doesn't like it when we are late" I said walking faster

"Is that our English teacher's name? Did he ask you to bring that?" He asked pointing at the papers in my hand.

"Yes and yes" I replied curtly not looking at him. I can't talk to him, I need to tell Taylor. God what if he is the same person? Is that why I had that dream today? Is that why he brushed his shoulder with mine? Because we were going to cross paths? God I need help, take this human away from me.

"My name is Adam by the way" he said. I turned to look at him and caught him watching me, I quickly averted my eyes

"Nice to meet to Adam, I am Hannah" I said walking faster like being late would get me in trouble, well technically I would but I am not the one that would actually care if I did get in trouble. He didn't need to know that.

He is tall enough to not have any problem keeping up with me even when I was trying my best to walk as fast as I could. Thank you universe. Our footsteps echoed in the empty hallways. I hope my heartbeat was not as loud.

"Should I hold that for you?" He asked after a little while of complete silence and I stopped walking and looked at him.

"We're here" I said pointing at the door on my right.

"Oh, okay" he replied with a nod. Not the best timing fella. I entered the room, and Adam followed. All eyes were on us or let's be honest, all eyes were Adam, confusion and a little bit of something else from a few of the female population. And of all the confused stares Mr. Whitson takes the cake.

"Well, that's not paper now is it?" He comments. Was that a question? Am I supposed to answer that?

"The principal asked me to show him to his class. He is a transfer student?" It came out more like a question. Wait! why is he asking me that? Isn't he supposed to know?

"Right, the transfer student, it's today? you can go take a seat" he told Adam.

"Wait, shouldn't he introduce himself?" Brittany voiced out, I turned to look at her, her black shiny hair styled to perfection, looking at Adam like he was a game and she would love to play. Well, good luck to Adam. okay, now I feel sorry for the guy.

"What is your name?" Mr. Whitson asked.

"Adam Hennings" he replied to which the old man nodded.

"Now go be seated" he said shooing him off, Adam looked at me as if he was asking "Is everyone here like this?" I shrugged and looked away, his eyes were starting to scare me at this point. Mr. Whitson started cleaning his table, moving things out the way and I took this as a queue to go ahead and place the papers at the space he made. I turned on my heel and made eye contact with Taylor. I looked at her and tried speaking with my eyes as I sent a clear message "please, save me!" But the dumbass thought it was funny to wiggle her eyebrows. "No, Don't wiggle eyebrows" I frowned at her, to which she wiggled her eyebrows more.

Seeing no use in trying to communicate with that little pain, I went ahead and got seated. I took out my english textbook and placed it on the table along with a pen. The pen rolled off the textbook and the poor soul decided to end it by jumping off the table. I understand but man that is harsh

"Lovely" I grumbled and bend down to pick up the pen when I noticed dark blue shoes.

Nice shoes, Wait- what? Who is tha-?

I looked up to meet with the green eyed new guy. Well shit!. That's right the only empty seat was the one my friend had left behind and that had to be the one right next to me, oh how I love my life. I turned to look at Taylor, who looked at Adam and then me. Both of our eyes widened, for a different reason though. When mine reflected horror and her's glimmered with excitement, so much that it send chills down my spine.

"Green eyes?" She mouthed.

No....No wait..

"Hey Adam!...-