Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 11 'Aaron Demarcus Cortez'

She loved mysteries so much that she became one. -John Green.

Entry Five

14th September, 2016.
Wednesday.
1:01 p.m

Aaron Demarcus Cortez

I refrained from hitting myself when I caught myself staring at her for way too long. I don't even think I caught on to what she was saying for I had been left speechless with the way she stared at me and gave me that innocent look.

"You study them, observe their expressions. Chad, please don't look at Yarissa like she is an animal caged in a zoo." I heard Ethan's voice breaking my dazed look.

Stop making a fool out of yourself.

"Are they nervous? Scared? Angry? Happy? Pleased? Calm? Tensed? What are they feeling?" He kept speaking to us as he walked around the class. I could see she was trying real hard to read my expressions and I really feared she could actually read what was running through my head, so I put on a facade so that it would actually be hard for her to read.

"Well?" I asked her as I pretended to be bored but I could feel the burn of her gaze on me, making me feel very conscious, which was a very new feeling to me.

"Umm... You are pretty normal." It sounded more like a question.

"Oh am I now?"

"You are arrogant." She replied annoyed. I guess she didn't appreciate my sarcasm so much.

"And hot." I added with a wink.

"You forgot 'ridiculously funny' after that." She replied with a fake laugh making me roll my eyes.

"Deny it all you want, I know I'm hot."

"Talk about self obsess-"

"Concentrate." Ethan scolded us as he walked by.

"Okay this isn't working, let me do it." I announced to her.

"All yours!" She exclaimed putting her hands up as a sign of surrender.

"So first right down, how your current emotions are and I'll see if I can figure them out." I told her as I opened my notebook to write down my readings.

I looked back to her and scrutinized her carefully,

• Eyebrows furrowed - she is pissed off, or confused or angry.

• Lips pursed, not in a thin line though - so she is pissed.

I dropped the pen slowly and went closer to her face so I could examine properly.

Excuses.

As an immediate reflex, even she moved a little closer and rested her face on her hands. My eyes slowly travelled south and landed on her soft, plum lips.

Wait, is she extending her lower lip over her upper lip slightly- is she is pouting? Which definitely means she is upset, or confused, or emotional, or she wants a kiss.

I never really thought black eyes were rare or unique but now that I was staring into them, Clarke's dark black orbs, I realised I've never seen anything more captivating or just, beautiful.

Shut up. This is so irrelevant.

"You are pissed."

"Yes, because the prank that you pulled earlier was not funny." She replied.

"You are confused."

"No."

"You are upset." I stated with my observation to which she snorted and replied a short 'No'.