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❇Chapter 14❇

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I mean, he can't watch me if he is asleep, unless he was pretending to be?

I'm being paranoid.

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Or was I?

My head was still resting on my desk and I had dozed off but I didn't feel that tired anymore so I opened my eyes and that's when I caught sight of him. Eyes closed or at least they looked that way. I squinted to see and my ponytail swayed to the side. I tucked a hair behind my ear still keeping my head rested beside my arm that was on my desk.

I swear, his eyes weren't fully closed or were my eyes deceiving me? I feel like such a stalker but why am I even looking at him? I thought to myself. Then again I didn't really have much of a choice considering my seating location and the fact that he sat opposite me or I could just stare at the wall again? That could work too.

It was so weird though that the more he'd stare at me the more I'd notice him. It's like I was intrigued that he even took notice of me and he was the one who watched me and yet, here I was feeling like the person doing the stalking. What is wrong with me? It doesn't help that I'm overthinking this, it's just going to make things worse.

He always faced my way though, he never looked in the other direction which was odd considering that there was a window close to where he sat. God, I wish they placed me by a window, that way I'd avoid feeling like a stalker or the fact that I felt odd with him looking or you could say staring at me. If I was seated by a window it would be so much better, I thought to myself, I could just look outside, maybe watch the birds or just sketch something I saw.

Unfortunately, I was seated next to a wall with a row of students beside me and one just happened to be him even though he was a bit of a distance away. I can still sketch something though, I thought to myself, to pass the time I guess? This way I won't have to look his way. I was so lost in my thoughts that when I awoke to reality I realised, as my eyes landed in his direction, that his eyes where no longer closed but his head was still rested on his desk looking my way.

He was watching me while I had fallen into my thoughts?

In my head I was freaking out but I managed to keep my exterior looking calm and collected even though I was already in a state of shock from the realisation that he had been slyly watching me when I thought he was asleep. I raised my head from my desk slowly and carefully glided my hand through my History exam paper until I got to the last page.

The last page of the exam was in case you needed more space for your essay but I finished mine and my last page was blank so I removed it from my exam script, took out a pencil and began to draw. Just to pass the time. It felt like I had been waiting for hours but hopefully drawing would take my mind off things, I thought.

I paid no mind to him now as I began to draw and when I looked again the bell rang. The teacher then came around and collected all of our scripts and placing them into different stacks for each grade. Once all our exam scripts where handed in, I heard...

"Row number 1," the teacher that was keeping an eye on our exam room said, "you may get your bags."

Are you serious?

The bell rang and sadly I had to wait. This is going to take awhile, I thought to myself. You see, I was seated by the wall which was the last row of the class. He was seated in the second last row but he was still close to the window. It was going to be a long wait for me. I'd have to wait for all the other students to get up before I could go. This is the pinnacle of sadness.

I waited and waited and waited. Glancing over from my shoulder from where I was seated I looked to his direction and noticed that he was no longer looking in my direction now. What a relief. His attention however, was now focused on the girl from my neighbourhood who he seemed to be having a heated discussion with.

I wondered what they were talking about but that was none of my business anyway and it's not like I could eavesdrop considering the distance I was seated away from them. "Row 4 you may stand," the teacher said to which, him and the girl from my neighbourhood stood up and proceeded to speak on. I dazed off as I waited, hoping that time could speed up for my sake.

They both walked to the front of the class now, I was hoping that their row would be a bit faster at getting there things and leaving but that was not the case. Seated in the last row I waited and glanced towards the clock. Boy, how these people took long to leave but on a good note however, my mom would surely be here now to fetch me because I'd be leaving later than expected and I wouldn't have to walk alone which was a good thing.

After looking at the clock my eyes once again fell on the girl from my neighbourhood but as my eyes drifted to the bag she was holding I realised it was mine. Why on earth was she holding my bag? The boy who I assumed was watching me, James I think his name to be, was looking into my bag as well. I was about to get up and possibly go into a frenzy. They had no right to touch my stuff and what were they looking at anyway? The only things I had in that bag were textbooks.

I looked at them again when realisation hit me. They weren't looking into my bag. They were looking at the lid of my bag which had my phone number and home phone number in case of an emergency written in tippex. He had a page on him as well. As if on cue my row was told to stand up and so of course I was going to confront them. They had my bag.

"Hey, that's my bag..." I said, noticing him slip a piece of I think paper into his pocket.

"Oh," the girl from my neighbourhood played dumb, "I thought it was mine," she said.

It was true though, we did have the same bag but hers had orange straps and mine just had black. Also there was no phone number written on the inside of her bag lid in tippex. Obviously, she knew it was mine but she took it anyway and used that dumb excuse as her cover. To be honest, I didn't believe her excuse but I was in no mood for an argument as if that wouldn't waste more time already. I just wanted to get home so I snatched my bag from her, closed it and slumped it on my shoulders.

"There's your bag." I pointed to the one that was on the floor with the neon orange straps.

"Oh?" She said still trying to make me believe that she had no idea the bag was mine and that she genuinely thought it was her own.

I'm not that oblivious.

I see things, I do. I just don't announce what I notice.

I was too focused on her to pay any attention to the boy, James who constantly watched me or at least and thought he did, who was looking into my bag as well and who I had noticed slip a piece of paper into his pocket at the time. I didn't see what he was doing before slipping the paper into his pocket though but I was hoping that he didn't do what I thought he did. I was hoping that he didn't take down my number.

Or did he?

To be continued...

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