I kept staring at Alex as if looking just a second more would solve the nerve-racking puzzle threatening to blow up my brain.
As I looked on, I started noticing things I didn't notice before, probably because of the anger and hatred I felt towards him.
The way his chiseled face and squared jaw was set into concentration as he listened to what Miss Lisa, our history teacher, was saying. There was no hint of the playfulness I had earlier seen on his face at the hallway during lunch. Or the way dark green eyes glinted with mischief whenever miss Lisa made a mistake in her long speech about the archaic times, along with an upward movement of one side of his mouth. He was totally—
"Do you like what you see Teddy or you want to keep staring?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he turned to face me.
I scoffed, "I wasn't staring at you, I was looking at you at that guy over there." I pointed at some guy with curly blonde hair who was sitting beside Alex.
