I felt him before I saw him.
A strange pull. An electric tension that made my pulse rise. It was almost as if there was something in me wired' to notice him. It made my stomach twist into a knot.
I hated it.
I looked up and there he was. Marco.
He stood in the dimly lit corridor, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes locked onto mine which made it impossible for me to ignore him.
The air between us shifted, it became heavy with something unknown. I tried to walk past him, but he moved, blocking my way.
"Hailey." He uttered. His voice was firm, but there was something else- something raw.
"Move, Marco." I breathed out in frustration.
He didn't.
"You feel it," he said, his tone dropping lower. "I know you do."
I clenched my jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about."