I turn as fast as humanly possible before he reaches the spot behind me. I constantly fight the urge of sprinting from there.
I can hear the sound of him grabbing a plate.
This is bad! Bad! Bad!
My brain is literally yelling to my heart, but it doesn't seem to be listening to anything right now.
All the caterers bow in unison. I have never seen this much respect given to a college Dean before.
"Hello, Eva!", he whispers in my ear and I drop the plate in panic. I take it back as soon as possible, but it's too late. Everyone is already staring at me because of the loud thud.
I gulp visibly and turn to acknowledge him. "Hello…. Sir", I say completely shaken.
He moves closer to me, because I can feel his breath on the back of my neck and all hairs stand upright due to the gooseflesh. I feel the hot blood rushing to my cheeks.
My eyes go wide and I stop breathing altogether.
"Are you always this nervous?", he murmurs, making my nerves tingle.
He still doesn't move away, which tells me that he's waiting for my reply.
"Hm…", is all I manage to get out of me, as I'm completely drawn by his presence.
I'm fully consumed by it. I feel giddy and want to fall back into his arms.
I still don't understand how he can have this effect on me. It doesn't feel real.
He chuckles softly and moves away, and I swear that's the sweetest sound I've ever heard in this world.
A caterer comes running in with clean spoons and I thank all gods for that. We both take one from the stand and move along.
I move up one spot, and he moves with me in sync. This is torture. The musky odor fills my lungs with anticipation of what is to come if I be with him forever. But, that's a weird thought considering I just met him.
My nerves are haywire because I bump into his chest once or twice when I move too slow. These small momentary sensations, sends bolts of electricity through my entire system.
I can't believe he's just behind me.
I wonder what he is looking at right now.
Is he staring at my back? I don't even know how I look from behind. Is my ass looking fine? I suddenly regret wearing tight pants today.
I think I'm paranoid. Maybe he's not even looking at me. He must be concentrating on food.
I just need to make sure my theory is right, so that I can move on.
I make a mistake of turning back to prove that he's concentrating on something else other than me, and those golden eyes stare straight back at mine. I instantly feel naked to his gaze and turn my head like I've been zapped.
My poor heart is threatening to jump out, in every step I take.
I ignore it and try to fill my plate as soon as possible. I need to get the hell out of there. I do it as fast as I can, but there's still more stuffs to take.
Oh my god!
I try to ignore his presence but his strong aura engulfs me into his world and I'm so intoxicated, to say the least. We can safely establish that whenever he's near, I'm going crazy. Maybe with time, I'll get immune to these feelings.
I finish taking my food, but instead of leaving the place, I stand there and look down expectantly. I want to move, but my body is refusing to heed my command.
He finally finishes taking everything and says, "You may leave, Eva. Eat well!" and then he leaves, taking his plate outside.
I finally move from there.
Woah! That's totally crazy.
I've never been so obedient to anyone before. I've also not been this scared of anyone.
Fear is slowly making me his slave.
Why was I waiting for him to grant me permission to leave?
I'm confused when I reach the table where my cousins are seated. They are chatting about some issue going on in the campus.
As soon as I reach my seat, I notice that a million eyes are on me. My face turns red like a cherry because of all this attention.
"Why is everyone staring at me?", I ask Margaret who is chatting with Simon nonchalantly.
"Oh! They are surprised that the Dean just came down to the cafeteria, and because he spoke with you, they are staring at you", she says.
"Okaay! Is that weird?", I ask.
"Yes! He never comes out of his office like this. This is the first time I'm seeing him here. Usually, we only see Paul hanging out in the cafeteria", she says.
"Who is Paul?"
"Oh! Paul is the Dean's secretary", she answers me patiently.
"What did he say?", Simon exclaimed.
"Well, he just said hello. Nothing great, other than that", of course I was missing out the part where he was literally breathing down my neck or was standing too close to me that I bumped in his chest once or twice.
But they don't need to know that. That's only for me to cherish.
Cherish? I'm really going crazy!
Margaret and I start eating, but Simon is still not convinced. His gaze doesn't leave me for awhile. I act like I didn't notice it and continue eating.
After eating, we all leave and finally reach home for the day.
Today is definitely another crazy day in Euphoria. These two days, many insane events have happened more than the entire one year I spent alone in New York.
And I can't say I'm not enjoying it. It's fun. Scary, but fun!