We've had a total of five classes now, and yet I still can't seem to shake off the feeling that clay is still staring at me. I mean what sort of a boy stares at you for five classes straight, and does not even relent in the slightest.
Aron is back from his little quest, and I can tell from the annoyed look on his face that he did not achieve anything worthwhile. His girlfriend is still off with Bryce, probably at the most vulgar prissy little mall in this little town. I wonder if they would stop by the fashion house.
It's been two days since I've been there, and I can't seem to shake off the feeling that I had gotten more than a makeover, and some new look.
There this new friendship with Eras that makes me smile whenever I think of it. He is the only boy that I have found myself comfortable around this much in a long time now. I don't even think when I was with Aron I was this comfortable around someone, but there's just this vibe Eras has that makes me relax whenever I'm with him.
The burning stare at the back of my neck makes me snap my head back, and I can see Clay's eyes widen in surprise. I think he catches the anger in my look and his cheeks flush an embarrassed red, I think he only just realises it now that he has been staring at me.
I almost chuckle bitterly at this. He just realises that he has been staring at me after five periods have gone by. He just realises that he has been making me so uncomfortable, after I have glanced back like a million times to drop him countless hints that he should please stop this.
I don't know what it is with me and attention, but I simply do not like it. I don't like when someone is unnecessarily placing me on the spotlight, I don't like when someone is giving me unsolicited attention, and that seems to be exactly what Clay has done today.
I mean with Eras it's just in snatches. He can stare at you for 5 minutes and focus on something else the rest of the time, but with Clay it was this constant feeling of being watched, of being monitored, of knowing my every move and every action. I don't think I like that sort of thing that much.
I know some all the girls would have loved to have that kind of attention from him. The way the sun lights up his face makes me forget about my earlier anger, and I can see myself just gushing at the lines of his face. They seem to have been sculpted perfectly, with the strong Jaws and intricate structure, the whole freaking package. I can only imagine what his parents would have looked like ,if they had been the ones to give birth to something like this.
He looks like a seductress that is far off and aloof from everyone else, but will keep on staring at me even after I just shot him a glare that would melt an ice glacier just minutes ago. The bell for lunch rings and I let out an elated sigh. I need to get out of here.