𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

74°

Soo, I'm here as promised❤️❤️

Song for this chapter is My Everything by Ariana Grande, butttt, I listened to Lovely by Billie Eilish and The Weekend as I wrote this chapter......🥃🥃🥃🥃

~GIWA~

His eyes landed on me. Directly on me.

I froze.

I couldn't move from my spot as dull, hazel eyes lingered on me, watching me plainly for what seemed like an eternity.

I only stared back, quietly, silently wishing I could read whatever the fuck was going on in his mind through his eyes, but they were so opaque. It was impossible to read through him.

My mouth opened - against my will - and out came my start off two letter words.

"Hi."

He didn't say anything back. His eyes never left me still. He just stood there, looking at me. Hazel eyes bored into my souls, increasingly making me uncomfortable.

I looked away from him, unable to hold his eye contact anymore. Slowly tracing my eyes away from him and moving it's focus downward, until I was staring at the white tiles of the classroom floors.

I couldn't look at him. It was too hard to look at him. I couldn't do it.

"I..I.." my voice sounded annoyingly frail, unlike me. I stopped talking once I started. The silence in the classroom thregtened to suffocate me. The deafening silence. It was too much for me to bear. It was unsettling. Toxic. Toxic as hell.

I felt my heartbeat suddenly becoming more erratic, thrashing widely against my chest. My hands, getting sweatier every minute as the nervousness overwhelmed me.

I knew he was still looking at me..I only wondered why he wasn't saying anything.

"I came to talk to you." I ended up saying to him, my voice, soft. Softer than usual.

He stayed quiet for a while longer, making me feel naked under such unmoving eye contact. I wasn't looking at him, but I felt his eyes hovering all around me.

I didn't here his voice either. Until I did...
Finally, when I thought he wasn't going to respond, a single word left his mouth.

"About?"

His voice...

It always did something to me. I actually seized breathing for a moment as I got reminded of how much I had missed his voice.

And no, he didn't sound rude. Not at all. He sounded like he genuinely wanted to know. He sounded like he was really intent on knowing what on earth I was expecting him to talk about with me.

What do I want to talk to him about?

I couldn't have expected him to want to talk to me... But I wanted to. I wouldn't let this opportunity go by me.

Yet, you know what I said?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.