□So you're a swimmer?□

alerted eyes

Lotus' pov

Flopping on my bench I wondered if this was again going to be a nightmarish practical lab again taking into account my past experiences with our physics lab assigned teacher. Is it that group 2 is cursed? I shake my head, not letting the signals go out to the universe, and pull out my books to start my day. 

When the recess ending bell rang, my heart sank. I didn't get up too soon and waited until most of our group members were out. Gosh, I don't know. Then my feet dragged me up the stairs and after keeping my accessories straight, I headed to Hope, the boy with whom I share a lab friendship since we do most of our practical together, also in every other lab. 

But before I could start my steps, I saw Stephen looking at me with his perfect brown eyes, and I felt as if I could hear his gaze in the moment. I have never experienced him looking at me like that for long enough that I realize that he is actually looking at me. I wish I could tell him that I like him but again, what difference will that make?

So I shouted to Hope from my place and asked if he was going for the check. He nodded and we talked from there but I couldn't focus much and I still don't remember what was Hope saying while I could only feel Stephen. Is it strange? That you can actually hear the words he could be trying to say to me without saying it?

When I approached Hope finally, Stephen asked in his honey deep voice if I go to that renowned coaching. I shook my head and said no. He moved his head up and down in a say that 'I don't really trust you right now'. I looked away thinking 'well neither do I'.

We didn't talk after that, but again, out of habit, I sneaked few glances towards him. I don't know if I could care if he was not there but when he actually is not, I can feel something inside my skin. Like someone took off the veil I wear around him to conceal myself from revealing some or any bad behaviors like talking rash, using slangs, acting stupid and cute, or laughing loud. I never asked for his approval nor do I have any hope of being with him in future. I would be damned for my own ego if someone more beautiful than me woke up and worked about around me. 

I am too good for my own thoughts leaning towards examples where I am not the best thing in this whole town. I don't have a thing for where I will go with this much of attitude but let's say here I am to face him and prove it one day that I will win. 

Still, right now, when my eyes are working upon the apparatus and noting down the readings, my mind still wants to think about him, my hands to rest in his and my eyes to only sugar talk with his music.