Demon

Ashton

His intense hazel eyes pierced into mine while the teacher introduced him to the class.

I tried to looked away, but I couldn't.

It was like I was in a trance, trapped within his gaze.

"Class, this is Ashton, say hi," Mrs. Lawrence said chirpily.

The class stayed silent.

We could all feel the intense unsettling feeling that this Ashton brought with him.

I don't even know how to describe the feeling.

Mrs. Lawrence ignored the fact that we all stayed silent and turned her dark brown eyes on the new student.

"Would you like to say anything?" She asked him.

Her long brown hair moved off her shoulder as she re-adjusted her small glasses on her nose.

Mrs. Lawrence is one of our younger and newer teachers here at Winchester High.

She's really nice and students always take that to their advantage.

Ashton didn't say anything.

Instead, he walked towards the back of the class...towards me.

I was sitting in the very back, closest to the door.

Why does there have to be an empty seat next to me?

Ashton stops next to my desk and stares down at me.

Once again, I find myself unable to advert my eyes away from his.

His curly light brown hair was slightly tousled and I could see the muscles in his biceps from his tank top.

He takes the seat next to mine an continuos to stare at me.

Why does he keep watching me?

Is there something on my face?

Does he think I'm ugly?

Pretty?

Nah...

Jesus, stop staring at me!

Mrs. Lawrence starts today's lesson on something I'm not paying attention too.

All I can focus on is the fact that he keeps staring at me.

I try to distract myself, I started doodling on my notebook, but the whole time I could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.

I swear to God, I'm going to punch this boy if he doesn't stop staring at me.

Ring!

Oh thank The Lord!

I quickly pack my things and leave the classroom.

Just as I get past the threshold, a hand grabbed my forearm.