Correct Aim

I was thinking that I will never miss my goal. I glanced at the bleachers and saw my schoolmates watching how I draw my arrow except one, him. He was staring at me in the eye and it felt like he was controlling my breath, and my heart as I became flustered. How could this guy do this to me? How can't I resist him? How can he stare at me like that when I couldn't even stare at him for five seconds because my heart will probably pump more blood up to my face. Only one thing to find out. I released the arrow and hit the bull's eye. Claps and cheers erupted everywhere. My nervousness never swept away because after this, I'm going to make him spill the beans.