𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄꧂

Danny's pov

I walked down the haunting hallways from yesterday, getting flashbacks to the way everyone looked at me.
Like I was insane.
Maybe I am.
I had really hoped that the whole situation yesterday wouldn't happen again today.
Because if it does, everyone will think I'm a psychopath! Well, more then they already do, I mean.

I continued down the hall, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Just walk straight to first period, I told myself in my head.

If I get there early, I'll look like a good student, right?

Right.

Little did I know...
I shouldn't have went to first period early.

"Mr. Torrance," the Language Arts teacher spoke, staring at me as I awkwardly tried to find a seat to sit in.
I chose the one in the very back (as expected from me)
I opened one of my notebooks and began to draw, feeling my teachers eyes...
Watching me.

I'm just losing my shit, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, my head shot up to the sound of the Language Arts door being opened.
I looked at the door, making eye contact with the most...handsome...boy I've ever seen.
I ignored the feeling in my stomach, darting my eyes back to my notebook as I continued to draw.
"Morning, Mr. Lynch," the Language Arts teacher spoke kindly as the mysterious boy looked around anxiously for a seat to sit in.
He looked at me again, making me look over at him.

He smiled at me.

I could feel my face turning red as I smiled back, awkwardly.
And suddenly, he's walking over to me!
Only making my inner soul panic more!

He sat in the seat beside mine, staring at me with his attractive grin. "Nice drawings," he said, pointing to my notebook.

"T-Thanks," I stuttered, only making his grin wider.

Did he know...?

Before I could mentally answer that question, he put his hand out.
"Lloyd."
I connected our hands with one, firm shake.
"Danny."