Paradoxes Found

Chapter 4: Watching

When our eyes met up, I almost died. It's was him, it was the boy from my dream! But, how could he be so real? We both stand up the same time, and he hands me my stuff.
"Here." He said in his, somewhat, sexy voice.
"Heh, um, thanks."
"No problem." He has no emotion on his face and disappears into the crowded hallway. I stand there spellbound, and I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
"Bella, don't you have a class to be going to?" I spin around face-to-face with Maddy.
"Oh yeah, haha..." I leave a trail of words behind as I hurry to English with Maddy snapping at the heals of my shoes. We zoom into class and the sound of the bell rings again. I quickly take a seat next to Maddy and look for my notebook. The first thing I see is my English notebook right on top of everything else. I slowly take it off the rest of my stuff and grab a pencil. There is a dead silence between Maddy and I, and Maddy talks first.
"So, that boy, I saw him help you with your stuff. Do you know him?"
"No, I've never seen him before." I wanted to tell her about the dream I had with the boy in it, but not yet.
"Well, I should give you a little backstory about him. His name is Tim McCarthy, he is very independent, and he eats lunch by himself - nobody ever dares to take a seat near him. Everyone finds him so scary."
"Well, I think he's very kind, generous, caring..."
"Bella, just get over it."
I sighed as I knew Maddy was right, I couldn't start obsessing over a boy, not at this time anyway; it's only my first day of school. I snap my attention to the English teacher, and writes down a lot of notes. He hands all of us a little slip of paper for parents to sign and such. Then the bell rings for dismissal. I gather all my things together, neatly this time, and head out the door. Maddy and I have different Homerooms, so we had to split ways. As I'm walking in the hallway, I see the boy, or "Tim", leaning against a locker, watching me. I find the classroom I was going to and quickly enter. As I take a seat, the bell rings and I see Tim enter the classroom and he takes a seat right next to me. "Well great," I thought to myself. "I have fucking Homeroom with dream boy." It was hard not to look at his face, so I kept myself distracted with drawing. Drawing is my favorite hobby whenever I have free-time.
I can feel his eyes staring into my sides. It hurts not to look. Don't look Bella, don't look! Great, I looked. I glance over at Tim, totally regretting it.
"Hello." He says in that - rough - voice.
"Um," I tuck an extra strand of hair behind my ear. "Hi..."
"Are you Bella Summers?" I think my heart just skipped a beat.
"Yes, yes I am." I said in a small smile.
"Very nice to meet you. I'm Tim McCarthy."
"Nice to meet you too, Tim." I need to remember how to breathe before I embarrass myself even more. After that, we don't talk anymore. I saw him tap his fingers on the desk out of the corner of my eye. I don't know why, but he looks... Frustrated. His brows are pulled together (not like a unibrow) and his mouth is literally in a straight line. I wonder if it's because I'm ignoring him... Of course not! Why would he be mad at me if I was ignoring him?! Ugh, nevermind. The bell rings and I grab all my things and rush out of the room.
I finally reach the art class, my favorite class of all time, and take a seat in the back. Nobody sits by me, and I feel kinda alone. Everyone else is sitting by their friends, but Maddy isn't in my class, so I'm all by myself. I look down and get into doodle-mode. Usually when I'm in doodle-mood, nobody can break my trance. I hear a door open, then shut and a figure slowly makes their way to my seat, and sits next to me. I don't exactly care who it is, so whatever. As I doodle all over my paper, I feel the person's eyes on me, and I started to freak. I had enough of this staring-at-Bella contest, so the words start to spill out.
"Okay, seriously; why the hell are you staring at me? I've already been stared down by the whole school, so if you could just stop being drag, that would be great!" I cross my arms and look up at the person next to me and my heart stops.
It's Tim McCarthy.