[HR: #2 in Young Adult 28/3/19]
❛❛One look and I fell in love again.❜❜
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"Aren't you going to say anything?"
I turned around to face him. "Thanks for saving my ass." I swallowed my pride.
He shook his head. "No, not that."
I looked at him funny...
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I glanced at the clock above the huge whiteboard and I hummed as I watch one of the arms move slowly. I was also hitting my pen softly yet repeatedly on my desk, creating a low yet stressful beat.
It has been 8:42 for the past five minutes, making it even more difficult for me to register and think straight. Not to mention that the class has started about ten minutes ago.
The classroom was dead silent, though we were like thirty people inside. So quiet, I could hear my anxious heartbeats.
I looked around the room, landing my eyes almost on everyone. They looked all looking at a paper in front of them whereas the teacher was lazily reading a book. He sat calmly behind his desk, a leg over the other, held a novel with one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
It may look like the class is focused on. But under the table was a lot that's going on. Meanwhile, I was getting eaten by anxiety.
I felt it around me and inside of me. I knew something was going to happen, and I was impatiently waiting for it to begin. I just didn't know when.
I looked down at my blank paper with only my name scribbled on it. Along with today's date. We were given a task to write an essay about any topic that involves criminal activities. Though I may not know anything about it, we were allowed to use our imagination.
No inspiration hit me yet. I wasn't thinking about the essay, to begin with. My mind was fixed on a specific thing. Someone, to be more specific.
Someone who happened to be sitting next to me and doing exactly nothing.
Uncontrollably and curious, I couldn't help but glance to my right for a mere moment. Yet at that moment, I managed to lock eye contact with him. And it made me even more anxious.
Yup, he's staring.
I looked back up at the clock and caught it just turned 8:43. For God's sake!
Yet, that was when I heard him clear his throat.
Here we go...
"So..." he started as if he was lost with words himself. I looked at him curiously and saw him biting his lower lip. He looked hesitant.
"How do you know Ashton?" he finally asked. And to think, I figured they'd be his first words.
I dared to raise my eyebrows. "I don't see how it concerns you," I quickly replied, definitely not thinking through.
