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❇Chapter 13❇

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Here we are guys... seated in the same class as the guy who constantly watches me. Wow, school is definitely something, isn't it?

I'd gotten used to writing in this classroom for the week. I just had about one more week to go and then it was holiday for me. Today was Wednesday and I wasn't writing maths, hallelujah. I was writing History but I was on edge, and no, not because I didn't study but because well, if you have two eyes staring at you the whole time what the heck are you supposed to do? Stare at a wall? For the record, just to put it out there, I actually did do that. What can I say I was feeling uncomfortable.

I was seated next to an ugly yellow coloured wall which I was forced to look at each time I had finished my exams, during this week might I add, because if I had to look away from the wall the first thing I would have seen is his eyes.

Everyday I'd have to just lock eyes with a wall because I was too nervous to look at him but he wouldn't stop staring or looking in my direction for some reason. Was there something on my face? That thought crossed my mind a couple of times but it couldn't be that because I checked in the mirror countless times in the girls wash room and there was nothing on my face. I'm so confused. What's his deal?

Today I actually had the guts to look away from the wall and low and behold his head was rested on his desk facing my direction. I don't know if this dude could sense me but as soon as I looked in his direction his eyes shot open and I just looked at the wall I was forced to look at for this entire week. All I knew was a yellow wall. I saw that wall so much I got sick of the colour yellow.

I took a breath. Gosh, I can't do anything with eyes on me. When I write I know he's not watching me so it's fine because he's writing his exams too. The problem comes in when he is finished writing and I'm still busy. I can just glance to the side and *Bam* there he is and when I do manage to finish he is still looking in my direction. Damn it. Why is he doing this to me? He probably doesn't even know he is making me feel this way? Right? Or gosh maybe he does.

When I finished my paper eventually I couldn't stand facing the damn wall so I just glanced a little to the side and there he was. Why'd they have to place him opposite me? If I just glance to the side I see him. His head was resting on his desk. I could see his spiky mess of hair. He hadn't bothered to open his eyes this time and so I decided to rest my head facing his direction. I was sick of staring at that damn forsaken wall and I was sick of a sore neck so I did what I had to. I told myself that if he opened his eyes I'd look at the wall.

Surprisingly though he didn't open his eyes. They remained shut and so I felt comfortable knowing he was actually sleeping and I took this as an opportunity to sleep as well. I mean, he can't watch me if he is asleep, unless he was pretending to be?

I'm being paranoid.

To be continued...

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