Haven

...The thoughts they think...

"If you look close enough you'll see something you never saw before." (original)

                    

CALEX

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I adjusted myself on my chair as I opened up my bag and unlocked my laptop.

I looked to my left and sighted Tyrese scribbling away at a paper.
It looked like he was drawing something. Tyrese was a very good artist actually. He could put anything on paper after only seeing it once.

I would have peeped and taking a look but I was too tired to even try.

My head was beginning to hurt and I was sure it had a connection to last night.

Speaking of which, I still hadn't gotten an appropriate answer from Tyrese about last night.

I decided to just let it go.

Usually I would type notes as the professor teaches but today I was so stressed out. I looked at my laptop for a while contemplating my next move before I closed it and brought out my phone. I decided to just record the lesson and listen to it later.

Mr Pius moved towards the screen and began his lesson.

As he began to speak someone walked in. My head was bent towards my desk as a result of my throbbing headache.
So as the person walked in I didn't even bother to look up.

"I am sorry I am late. I had a hard time finding this class." The person said.

"You must be the new girl transferred to my class." Mr Pius said.

She nodded in approval and he continued.

"Margo Spencer am I right?" he asked.

"Yes." she replied with a slight smile.

I looked up out of pure curiosity. I wanted to see who had that name. I raised my head and I realized it was the girl I saw earlier in the hall way.

Tyrese's obsession.

Margo... Hmm..... Nice name...

I thought.

She sat down.

I'm so glad I was wise enough to decide to record the lesson because I just couldn't concentrate with her being just a few meters away from me.

It felt like there was some sort of force pulling me to her. She was all I could see.

No, it wasn't love or anything. It just felt like I was a metal and she was the magnet.

Although I didn't want to, there was a stronger force, a force I seemed weak against.

What was wrong with me?

I silently prayed that she would not turn towards my direction as she would most definitely catch me staring.

My prayers however got answered in reverse motion as she turned almost immediately.

Shit! Was she a mind reader? Psychic? How could she do that?

As she turned I tried to gather the rest of my shame and turn my gaze back to my desk.

But as her eyes met mine, out of curiosity I kept looking.

She stared and winked with a knowing look in her eyes.

I was done with this.

I faced the lecture and tried to ignore her as much as I could.