His POV
I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked through the unfamiliar halls.
Girls whispering as their eyes landed on me, guys pushing each other's shoulders and pointing at me.
None of this was new to me, I've seen it all before.
Being the son of one of the richest families in the world has that effect.
I keep my gaze ahead of me, trying to navigate the way to my new class.
Just then, something bumps into me and i feel a small hand grab at my shirt.
In an immediate reaction, my hand wraps around their waist to keep them from falling.
When I look down, i see a girl looking right back at me, her big doe eyes staring into mine
but they don't hold the normal surprise or recognitions others do, they're just embarrassed.
Even with the feeling of multiple eyes on us, I don't part my gaze from her, my eyes travelling over her face until I pull her up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She says, straightening out her skirt and quickly looking at the eyes on us.
I don't answer her, wondering why she didn't react as others would've.
Instead, l adjust my bag on my shoulder and look at her again before walking past her and down the hall, trying to find my class and ignoring the strange urge to look back at her again.
