Inexplicable

He stays quiet for a moment and I feel the heat of his stare on me. "What are you drawing?"
"A landscape."
"Of?" He presses.
"A picture I found off google." I snap the lie out, hoping to get him to stop talking.
I begin the shading on the drawing and he stays quiet, studying me while I draw. Mr. Varens eventually comes over to tell him about the assignment we are doing. Throughout the course of the next hour, I felt his eyes on me, even as he worked on the assignment, but he didn't say anything else. Not until the bell is about to ring at the end of class.
"You seem conflicted." He says as we wait by the door.
"What?" I ask, taken aback by the random statement and how spot on it was.
"You just seem conflicted about a decision." I stare at the door, still avoiding his hypnotic gaze.
"And what makes you say that?"
His answer to my question is a small laugh. "Whatever the decision is, you should say yes."
"Yes?" I turn toward him now, regretting it the moment I do. He's close to me and has me trapped against the door.
"Yes." Then he leans next to my ear, lowering his voice so no one else could hear. "You should go tonight." The bell rings and he slips past me and out the door into the crowd of students. I turn and follow him, ready to demand an explanation, but stop dead in my tracks as I realize why he looked so familiar.
He was the boy in my dreams.