The Good, Bad and Unknown

I feel a pair of eyes burning through my back. Oh dear god. He makes his way half walking, half jogging and stops right in front of me. He pulls my arm to the side. "Hi Charlotte." His voice was so attractive and angelic. His hair was dark brown and messy. His muscles were defined in his flannel shirt. "Um Charlotte?" He says awkwardly. "Yeah? Hi, um I'm getting late so I'm gonna get to class, very important!" I say putting my finger up, walking away.

He just stands there watching me. I feel it. Yes I acted ignorant, he was super conceited though. I hated it. But part of me knew I wanted him. He can never know, for he has that mark on his wrist too.