Him.
My eyes immediately caught him the moment I stepped into the lecture room. He was dressed in his usual attire: a dark hoodie, a dark T-shirt, and his glasses — the ones that framed his entire face. I'd caught him once without them, and he had the sweetest pair of eyes.
What? I'm still just a girl who likes good-looking sights.
But something was different this morning. Usually, I would have felt the unmistakable stare on me, but seeing as I located him first… it meant his eyes were not on me.
A voice in my head questioned, Is that a problem?
Rather, his eyes were trained on something else in front of him. Even though they looked uninterested, they were still not on me. I recognized the girl — she was always irritatingly cheery. She was the kind of person who would keep talking even after many cues; she just couldn't take a clue.
Walk past him. Bump into her. Do something! the voice in my head whispered once more.
Of course, I wouldn't do something as unhinged as that. But that still didn't stop my legs from moving in his direction.
You know how you'd expect your dog to see you fumbling with your keys at the door and start barking in anticipation? Yeah — but in this case, it wasn't a dog.
It was a bit surprising, because I'm pretty sure I hadn't even crossed into his line of sight when I finally had his eyes back on me, bright and shiny.
Good.
Then I made my way to the back of the room, where my friends were waiting, all while asking myself what the hell I had just done — and why it felt so damn satisfying.
"Look, your nerd's staring again!" Bry whisper-yelled, her big eyes wide.
My nerd, huh?