Everything turned quiet. All eyes were on me. All those eyes varied from black to silver though there were some occasional blues. Those eyes had so many emotions from curiosity, lust, anger, hate, and jealousy.
One thing could not escape my thoughts. They were beautiful. They were all very beautiful. Most of them were wearing fancy formal clothing but some kept it casual.
Almost all the guys had hair below their chin but there were some exceptions. Their eyes had black bags under them but instead of ruining their beauty it seemed that it enhanced that beauty.
The girls either had short or long hair. It was never medium. They all had make up on and it seemed like it enhanced their beauty to the max. Their eyes, unlike the boys, didn't have bags underneath them. They had killer curves and I could not help but be jealous.
It seemed like all of them were tall. At least taller than me but that's only because I'm short.
All of a sudden the tension in the air disappeared and everybody was chatting loudly as if nothing weird had just happened.
Logan and I sat in the left middle row. The wall was on my left and Logan was to my right. I felt like I was being protected by him even though I didn't know from what.
The hairs on my neck stood up. Somebody was watching me too intently. Naturally, I turned around to see who was looking at me. It was a boy at the very back of the class. He was sitting in the same row as I and when I caught his gaze he didn't look away. I also could not look away. It was as if something or someone was telling me to hold his gaze and I was obeying it.
It felt like he was memorizing my eyes. It felt like he was memorizing my soul. It is said that your eyes are the gateway to your soul, you know.
I also started to memorize his shining silver eyes. He had little flecks of black around his eyes. I didn't know how I could have seen those little black flecks around his eyes when we sat so far away from each other.
"Rhea" Logan said.
I broke my eye contact with those silver eyes for a second to look at Logan. He wasn't really looking at me so he probably did not see my moment with silver eyes.
"Yes, Logan?"
He finally looked at me. "Are you sure that this is your class?" he asked.
"Yes, I am" I said. I know all my classes by heart. I imprinted them on my brain as soon as I got it.
"If you're studying to be a nurse, why would you need to take a class on fairy tales and fantasies?" he said triumphantly.
"I always liked these kinds of things. You know, I'm starting to think that you don't want me to be in this class with you." I said with a little anger in my voice.
Logan seemed a little surprise by my outburst but to tell you the truth I was too. I could count all the times I've snapped with one hand. Actually, I could count it with one finger but if you add this one it would be two.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I really didn't mean to, seriously." Cool, Rhea. Get angry then say sorry for doing so. I mean, really?
"No, it's okay. You had a right to do so. I was being rude. I like having a class with you, just not this class." He said sheepishly.
Then it hit me. The reason he didn't want to have this class with me is because this is a fairy tale and fantasies class and well, he's a guy. People don't usually think that's a good combo but I think it's cute. Plus, if you take a look around there's a fair amount of boys in this class.
