Chapter Five

..... IT WAS THE SAME GUY! I don't know if this guy is a a stalker, someone with a hero complex, or just a straight up dick, but I did not need or want him following me at all. As I glared at where his hand laid on my arm until he pulled it away.

" I'm sorry," he said shyly. His sudden mood swings could have given me motion sickness.

" Umm, I just want to say that ummm....'' he cleared his throat again and again looking embarrassed which, I'm not gonna lie, I was enjoying much more than I probably should have been. As he shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other, he seemed to have made up his mind to start completely over.

" Let me start over and introduce myself. Hi, I'm Kace. I was the one who was unknowingly rude when yelling at you in your first class and just unwittingly overstepped my bounds by looking at your artwork without your permission back there in art class. Would you please forgive me for acting like a complete jerk all day?'' he asked, almost instantly seeming school-boyish instead of acting like an egotistical high schooler. I was slightly confused, half-way wondering when some random teenagers he would hang out with to jump out from around the corner and laugh at me in that 'gotcha' way.

He looked at me expectedly, as if waiting for me to do something. Of what, I'm not sure of. I looked at his face for some sign that he was not being sincere, but all I can see is curiosity and some sort of need I could not explain or understand. I slowly nodded my head, yes, to indicate that I did forgive him, not sure why I'm agreeing. He smiled at me and seemed to be shaking with some sort of excitement.

Throughout this entire interaction, I've been thinking one thing: Who the hell is this guy, thinking that I'm automatically going to give him a fresh start? Why did I forgive him so easily when I know nothing about him? And why do I have the strange instinct that he is going to be in my life whether I want him to be or not?

Ugggg... I'm so fucked!