Alarm rings that feels like hell
I screamed "oh I have to rush to my classes."
The next day, something unexpected happened.
As I scrolled through the school group chat, photo after photo of the class trip popped up. Everyone was smiling, making funny poses, laughing together in captured moments. I had expected to see his face among them too — maybe tucked in the back, or with that usual serious expression he always wore. But… he wasn't there.
At first, I thought he had lied — maybe to avoid going with us. But no. He really didn't go.
A strange feeling settled in my chest. I wasn't sure why I felt it — maybe disappointment? Maybe curiosity?
That morning, I took more time than usual to get ready. I wore my favorite outfit, one that always made me feel a little more confident, and headed to school with a head full of thoughts. The sky was overcast, but the air was oddly light, and something about that day felt different.
As I walked into the classroom, there he was — seated just beside me. Quiet, composed, as if his absence the day before had never happened. My heart skipped for a moment, but I tried to act normal, blending into the laughter and gossip of my friends.
We chatted about the trip, cracked jokes about silly poses people made in photos. The room was filled with noise and giggles, yet somehow I could feel his gaze. I didn't want to be obvious, but the moment I glanced sideways, there it was — he was looking at me. Not just a casual glance, but a steady, unreadable expression. Almost… mysterious.
Was it just a coincidence? Or did he hear something I said?
The class passed quickly, though I barely remember what was taught. My mind was wandering more than it should have.
After the bell rang, we packed up and headed out. I walked with my friends, their voices fading in and out as I processed the strange silence between me and him. Halfway down the lane, something made me turn around.
And there he was.
Far behind — at least several meters — with his own group of friends. They seemed deep in conversation, but his eyes… they were on me again.
It only took a second to find him in the crowd. I didn't know how, but my eyes just… knew where to look.
For a moment, my heart raced. Was he following me? Or did he just happen to live in the same direction? My mind started spiraling. What if he was curious about me too? What if all the glances weren't accidents?
I tried to brush it off, told myself not to overthink.
But even after parting ways with my friends, I still kept looking back. And for some reason, that calm, distant figure lingered in my thoughts for the rest of the day.
Maybe it was nothing.
Or maybe… it was the beginning of something.