This doodling of mine should stop.
It became a habit, a never-ending repeated routine. I became used to it, and I can't seem to stop.
Maybe it was because the teacher's voice was becoming more and more boring?
I shrug. Maybe that's one factor.
But there was one thing that bothered me throughout the day that shouldn't have bothered me in the first place.
As I doodled and laughed at myself because of the silly drawing I just did, I look up and saw that none of them heard me squeak.
Except the blonde guy in front, staring at my brown orbs intently, with the corners of his lips slightly turned upward in a sideward amused smirk.