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My neighbor!?

After my gym class, I trudged into my next session, which was French. The thought of diving into another round of writing after an intense workout felt overwhelming. It was the last thing I wanted to tackle. As I settled into my seat, I noticed Kevin strolling into the room. He settled into his seat at the very end of the row right to me, close to where I was positioned. I occupied the second-to-last seat, just a few spots away from him, creating a small yet noticeable gap between us, his presence unmistakable. Moments later, Ellie entered and plopped down right next to me on my left.

As the teacher began the lesson, I could feel my eyelids getting heavier, slowly sliding shut. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages turning, and before I realized it, twenty minutes had slipped by in a blur. Ellie, sitting beside me, stirred awake and whispered urgently, "We have to work in teams. "The sound of her voice jolted me, and I rubbed my tired eyes, trying to shake off the lingering sleep. Just then, the teacher approached my desk, her presence pulling me back to reality.

-  "Hey, aren't you Even's sister?"

-  "Yes, that's me! Was he one of your students?"

- "Yes, he was! What a fantastic student he is!"

As I sat in class, a wave of familiarity washed over me, and I couldn't help but think, "Here we go again." While I didn't mind having the same teacher, there were moments when their comparisons went too far. It felt as if I was constantly being measured against him, and that pressure to meet those expectations made my heart race. I found myself pushing harder, striving to prove my worth.

My brother's name was Even althoght he's my brother we are nothing alike even our face fetures are diffrent. his are more soft and my are sharpe but we are both more then average by our looks.

As I immersed myself in my work, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Ellie, looking curious. She asked if I knew Kevin, a name that rang a bell. I shared with her that Kevin was new to our school and was in my gym class. Her eyes lit up as she shared a revelation: when I was napping earlier, Kevin had been staring at me.

Intrigued, I glanced around the room and, to my surprise, spotted him. There he was, looking my way. Our eyes met for a brief, electric moment, but then he quickly turned away, leaving me momentarily stunned and wondering what that glance meant.

During our teamwork assignment, Kevin chose to sit directly in front of his friend, which positioned him perfectly to face me. Throughout the assignment, our eyes kept colliding. Each time our gazes met, a rush of emotions stirred within me, a mix of shyness and excitement.

As the teacher announced that there were only a few minutes left in class, she instructed us to return to our seats. As I stood to head back, Kevin got up at the same time. Our hands brushed against each other's in a fleeting moment as we crossed paths near the trash can where I was tossing out my gum. That brief touch sent a jolt of adrenaline through me.

When I returned to my seat, I found myself looking up just in time to catch his gaze again. This time, we held eye contact, creating a moment that felt charged with unspoken connection. We didn't break our gaze until I finally settled back into my chair.

As the lunch bell rang, signaling a much-anticipated break from classes, my brother made his way over to my locker. We spend nearly every day together, sharing our ups and downs, and despite the occasional squabble, our sibling bond runs deep. Our friend circles often overlap, creating a close-knit camaraderie.

When he approached, he sundenly urged me to look behind me. A wave of confusion washed over me, but curiosity got the better of me. Turning around, I was greeted by the sight of Kevin. Startled, I quickly spun back to face my brother and, I dashed out of the hallway with him.

- "What's going on? Why did you bolt out of there like that?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

- "Are you serious? Why on earth would you tell me to look behind me?" I shot back, frustration bubbling up.

- "Do you even realize who he is? And why was he staring at you like that?" he pressed, his curiosity piqued."What's going on? Why did you bolt out of there like that?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

At that moment, a wave of confusion washed over me, mingling with a hint of annoyance. It seemed like everyone around me was fixated on one question, and their persistent inquiries were beginning to grate on my nerves. With a hint of irritation in my voice, I responded, "Not really," before adding, "but he's a new transfer student in my gym and French class."

In an instant, he switched into protective brother mode, concern etched on his face. He launched into a lecture, emphasizing that I should always come to him if something troubling happened or if the new guy said something out of line. The intensity of his brotherly concern only added to my frustration, as I tried to sort through my feelings in the midst of his passionate commentary.

- "Here we go again," I muttered, my irritation seeping through my words.

- "What do you mean by that? You know how dangerous it can be, right?" he replied, a hint of concern in his voice.

- "Yes, yes, I'm fully aware. But can we please just go eat? I'm absolutely starving!"

After a delightful meal, the day transformed into a lively fête de rentrée, a celebration marking the return to school. I let all my worries melt away, immersing myself completely in the joyful atmosphere and forgetting about everything else. As the sun began to set, signaling the end of a fun-filled day, I boarded the bus to head home. My brother chose to stay behind at school, hanging out with his friends, while I felt too exhausted to linger any longer.

As I settled into my usual spot on the back seat, I noticed that nearly all my friends had also opted to stay at school, amplifying the solitude of my journey home. Just as I was getting comfortable, I glanced up to see Kevin step onto the bus. I suspected he must live on the same street as me.

He made his way down the narrow aisle, scanning the seats for a place to sit. However, as he reached my row, it became clear that all the seats were occupied. He paused directly in front of me.

- "Can I sit here?" he inquired.

I nodded and shifted slightly, making room for him to take a seat beside me. As I slipped on my earpods, the familiar rhythm of Mabel's "Don't Call Me Up" filled my ears, enveloping me in its catchy beat. Just then, the bus jolted as it made a sharp right turn, and he leaned against me momentarily, our shoulders brushing. A flutter of excitement danced in my stomach, but I managed to maintain a calm exterior, keeping my expression neutral.

As the bus approached my stop, I felt a rush of anticipation and stood up to leave. At that moment, Kevin rose as well, stepping directly in front of me and blocking my way. I exited the bus, glancing back to see him walking in the same direction. The familiar sights of my neighborhood unfolded before me, and soon enough, I arrived at my house. To my utter disbelief, I was stunned—overwhelmed by a mix of shock and confusion. The guy who had been watching me with those piercing eyes was none other than my neighbor!