What was wrong with me? Why do I feel like I'm being hauled by something, being tugged towards something that was hard to explain? Why was my attention focused on this guy? Why do I feel like if I look away my heart would fall off my chest?
So I didn't look away… my gaze remained on him, assertive but also trembling. Observing his every move like a hawk even as he took his seat and relaxed on it. Watching him dropping his bag, taking out a book, and spreading his legs to get comfortable. It was like watching a thriller movie and the suspense killing you because you don't know what might happen next.
In the back of my head I heard our teacher getting ready to lecture, she already began but her words were like an echo at the back of my head. My puzzled calculative features on this guy, Grayson Yaeger. I shivered… even thinking about his name gave me an odd feeling to my body, making my senses tide and my body on several splitting nerves.
"Emma Adams"
