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"I have a problem.
The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.
That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I woul...
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I'M HAVING REALLY weird thoughts.
I've seen good looking guys in this class but this one is different. As odd and lame as it sounds, I instantly feel a connection with this guy. I have no idea why he's staring at me.
And he's definitely my type. This Sam has wavy, light brown hair that covers most of his forehead, light brown eyes searching for mine, chiseled jaw... oh, man.
I try to keep my cool but can't seem to take my eyes off him. My subconscious is fangirling at just how attractive that guy is.
"Bro?" Brent asks, glancing between Sam and I, perplexed.
Sam keeps on watching me with a curious look on his face, cocking his head to the side.
I then freeze, oblivious that I was taking my time to check him out. He definitely notices as a tiny grin forms on his face, making his eyes shine brighter. He doesn't say anything at that, actually, I'm not sure he's bothered.
I feel Brent furrowing his eyebrows, looking yet again back and forth between us. "Guys!" he bellows. "Quit with the eye fuck!"
Brent brings me back to life and I quickly look away. I'm probably sure I look as red as a tomato. I fiddle with my shirt, embarrassed.
Sam keeps on watching me and I eventually feel extremely uncomfortable. Something about him is screaming danger and confidence.
"Sam!" Brent shakes his shoulder, making him look away from me.
I heave a deep breath when the coast is clear.
Sam casually replies, "What?"
My whole system shut down. His voice sounds strangely familiar. I'm certain I've heard it before, I just can't recall where or when. Huge déjà-vu.
"Hand me my notebook, I left it at yours yesterday," Brent says.
Fortunately, someone barges in at the exact moment I was going to freak out and scream like a lunatic. I rub my hand on my sweaty forehead, pushing my hair out of my face.
What just happened a minute ago? I surely don't feel well.
I look back at the door, watching a blonde girl strolling in holding five or six bags in her hands. I notice her red manicured fingers that could probably cut a chicken.
Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair reaches just below her shoulders, and she has piercing, sassy blue eyes that makes everyone shut up and look her direction.
