Something More

Chapter Eleven

My classes weren't as interesting and distracting as I hoped. The surprised, almost disappointed look on his face had me wondering what if.

What if I stayed with him and risked a tardy on my punctuality record? What if he needed to have an intense conversation with me? The last was a stretch but it was an obvious cycle of what ifs.

The teacher stared at me and for once, I hadn't been listening. She seemed to guess this and called on someone else instead of inquiring why I wasn't mentally with them.

I had taught myself this chapter several months ago, so I wasn't worried about paying attention to the lesson, but to distract myself from the thought of Kevin I took meticulously neat notes.

Why did Kevin constantly stare at me? Every logical thought of him watching me because of my appearance didn't seem likely. So why? I realized many of my questions didn't have answers and if they did I didn't know them. I guess keeping Kevin from my thoughts is impossible.
Ignorance wasn't bliss, in fact it was possibly the worse feeling imaginable.

"What's the answer Eddward?" The teacher prompted when no one raised their hand. I didn't have to look before stating the answer correctly. I imagined her smiling and nodding as she wrote down the number.

Chemistry was easy.
Everything had a simple answer and an equation to use or it was just memorization. The classroom was where I excelled at. I wasn't athletic or particularly social. My sarcasm was sharp enough to kill and so was my deductive skills, though for a strange reason I felt that recently every thought I had about Kevin was wrong, every assumption about his thoughts were wrong.

The bell rang so I stood up. The kids filed out and the teacher didn't seem to care who lingered and who didn't. When I walked out I was greeted by a crowded hallway and Kevin's gaze.