Forever My Angel ✔

Chapter...4

CHAPTER  FOUR

Thank goodness Rose is also in my second class. Not that I'm afraid of been alone but I just don't know!! If she wasn't, I don't think I could have ever survived. Because  I just so happen to share the same class with a specific someone, if you know what I mean.

"Urgg!!! Couldn't this day get any worse." I growned. Rose sat beside me all amused at what's going on.

"Why does he keep looking at you like you're the only meat in a dry dersert." She whispered nudging me.

"Do you have to put it that way?" I scolded.

Like what had occurred in my first class, the same thing was happening in here also. He kept drilling holes in my head.

'Maybe he finds my head fascinating.' I thought.

What the hell am I thinking? Get him out your head. Stop thinking about him. Ignore him.

Gosh!!! Does he even know it's rude to stare at someone..

And here I am still thinking about him. Not getting him out my head yet.

Better yet, it's creepy to stare or been stared at by someone. I must confess, I hate been stared at..To me, it creeps the living hell out of me..

For this case, I didn't get creeped out. Not one bit. Must admitt it's so intense  when his gaze is on me.

"Have you met Tristan before?.. Is that why he keeps staring at you." Rose drawled out. "Who's Tristan?" I questioned.

"Really!!! He's the one that keeps staring at you." She ranted. "Ohh..."  I murmured trying to process that. 

So that's his name. Tristan.

"Hold up...He did, did he?" Rose exaggerate.

"Do you mind explaining to the class what you're discussing back there Miss. Olivera and Miss. Ambrose." Our History teacher scolded.

"Sorry Ms. James." Rose and I apologized.

The students around us sniggered as Ms. James shushed them up before continuing her class.

I fake glared at Rose. It didnt take that long to realize something had hit me on my shoulder. I turned to which direction it had come from. My gaze had somehow locked on his hazel eyes behind those glasses.

He didn't take long for him to drop his gaze to the floor beside me and back up at me again.

As confused as I was, I looked down beside me and sure enough there was a paper plane on the floor.

I picked it up and turned to face the front. I held the paper under the desk. Unfolding the paper plane, there was something written inside.

      
           If I were you, I wouldn't dare to get on Mrs.James bad side, Angel.

I read over the neat cursive writing. Whipping my head to the back, he gave me a blank look before looking at the board and scribbling down on his book.