Love Starved

The things you feel

                                                                 ・『The Writer』・

             ーFeelings can appear and disappear but this is differentー

            "Pay attention Mr. Phelps!!" The Ms. Packerton snapped as she struck my desk with a ruler.

I felt myself being pulled back to reality when it hit the desk. Immediately I turned my head to face the Ms. Packerton, she was glaring. It was like her cold sharp eyes pierced through my soul with annoyance.

I felt many eyes on me as I continued staring at the black board, now paying attention instead of daydreaming. Then a student called out "Ms. Packerton! Can to go to the bathroom?"  breaking the dreadful silence in a swift motion. The teachers eyes focused on the student and nodded, stiffly walking back to the front of the room where she sat down at her desk facing the many students in class.

"Now! Turn to page 64 in the book and go over it." She announced with a cold tone, quieting the whispers rising in the back of the classroom. The sound of shuffling pages and the creaking of chairs filled the room as other students either rummaged through their desks or opened the books flipping the pages. I sat in the second row of students, and flipping through my math book aimlessly until I felt eyes boring into my back.

I turned around with an annoyed look and saw nothing and I felt the feeling no more.  Assuming that it was fully resolved I turned back around, only to find that the feeling had returned. I turned around more quickly this time and caught the culprit. A couple rows away behind me, I saw a familiar pigtailed bluenette looking away in a rush as if he knew he was caught.

I glared at him with annoyance, doesn't he know staring is rude? I scoffed quietly then turned to the front of the room with an annoyed look, my fingers turning pages in my book.

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[insert annoying ass bell sound]

As the sound of the insolent lunch bell echoed through the school, I pushed back against my desk. My chair making a rather annoying screeching noise as I stood up.

The sound repeated next to me, then a chorus of the sound rose up and almost smashed my eardrums with the deafening sound. I winced and picked up my books, then trudged out of the classroom with a pissed off look.

Now I know what you might say, that I would be annoyed because that idiot was staring at me. But.. it's actually quite the opposite.

As I speedwalked to my locker, I felt my face heat up as I thought about it.

Sal Fisher was staring at me. 

Me the one who bullied him and his friends ever since he transferred here.

I mentally smacked myself, why was it like this?! Why can't I get him out of my head! I'm not gay and I will never will be but.. Why?! 

I shoved my books into my locker harshly then slammed it shut with frustration. Earning me a few stares from the other students in the hallway, embarrassing.

Then I glanced over at Sal and his stupid bunch of friends, I hated them just as I hated Sal. I looked away in disgust, they're all just assholes why should I care I kept telling myself.

I grumpily trudged by them to the cafeteria.

At the corner of my eye, I swear I saw Sal stare at me.