**Clara**
I could see him well as he was trying to sit far from me. He was seated on the edge of the seat. I just ignored him and tried to focus on the teacher.
Oh my God , i am burning.
After an hour, the class was over. John was quick - he got out of the class within a minute.
What is wrong with that guy?
"Hi, new here," said a gentle voice as I was packing my materials. When I turned, I saw a tall guy with friendly eyes and a warm smile.
Gosh?
"No, just a new class," I said, looking at his face.
"I'm Clara, and...you?" he said, smiling.
"I am Clara" i said ,
"Mike," Rose said, jumping and playfully hitting Mike's back, but he was still looking at me.
He paused for a minute, then said, "Hi, Rose," looking at her.
"Did you guys know each other?" said Rose.
I walked alertly to the cafeteria with Rose after Physics. Mike caught up to us as we walked in the doors, laughing. He and Rose were talking animatedly about themselves as we got in line to buy food. I glanced to the left where John and his friend were seated.
Rose pulled on my area.
"Hello , Clara? , What do you want"
I looked down, my ears were hot , my brain couldn't stop thinking about John.
Why am I feeling this way about my enemy when he's sitting far from me?
"What's with Clara" Mike asked Rose.
"Nothing" I answered "I'll just get a soda today" I caught up to the end of the line.
"Aren't you hungry" Rose asked.
"Actually , I feel a little sick " I said , my eyes still on the floor.
I waited for them to get their food ,and then followed them to a table .
I sipped my soda slowly . my stomach churring , Twice Mike asked with unnecessary concern , how I was feeling , I tooled him it was nothing , but I was still thinking to escape Biology class for the next hours to the nurse office.
But I can't do that?
I turned my head and glanced at John table , they were all laughing , I examined John my enemy the most carefully ,He was, well, different from all others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words. His smile, which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them, flaunted his modesty and humility.
"Clara , what are you staring at" Rose intruded , her eyes following my stare
At that precise moment , his eyes flashed over to meet mine.
I turned my head, my heart skipping a beat. I was sure that in that instant our eyes met, he looked different, like something I couldn't comprehend.
"Clara , John is staring at you "Rose giggled in my ear
"Is he still staring?" I couldn't help asking.
"Yeah," she said
"What happened to him today? But he's still staring at you," she said.
"Stop looking at him," I hissed.
As the day continued, Mike invited us to his upcoming birthday celebration, but I hesitated to commit. After bidding farewell to Rose at the gym, I headed to my next class.
"Where are you to?" Mike asked.
"I am to floor 4, biology class," I said.
"Oh, that's great! I'm on the third floor," said Mike, smiling.
We walked together to the third floor, then he went to his class, and I walked alone to the fourth floor.
"Hi," said a cold, gentle voice as I was walking to the stairs.
When I turned, I saw his lips smiling, but he seemed to be trying to hide it.
"Hi," I replied, smiling.
We started walking together.
"I'm John," he said.
I've known him since last year, unfortunately, but he hasn't had a chance to get to know me.
"I'm Clara," I said.
He smiled. "So, are you headed to Biology?" he asked.
"Yeah, and you?" I said.
"I'm also going to Biology," he said.
We walked into the class together. I found my seat in the corner.
It's here again, but in a different class?
I sat down, putting my bag on my lap. I turned to see who was next to me and saw the name tag.
Again , what the heck is going on?
As I was about to stand up, John was already here, putting his bag on the back of the chair and sitting down.
**John**
As I thought, I'm sitting with her again. I turned to look at her face - she is a beautiful girl. She has a pair of light-brown eyes, long, blonde, and wavy hair, white skin, delicate fingers, and beautiful arms. She turned to me our eyes met but she turned so fast and I started to focus on the subject.
It feels like she different from other girls I know.
"I need you all to do a project with your desk mate about cells. You can use anything, but I need your project report by tomorrow," said Mr. James.
The bell rang, and before I could look at her even closer, she turned and met my gaze - I had never felt like this before.
**Clara**
I was caught off guard as he gazed at me, his eyes piercing through mine like a whispered secret. I quickly gathered my belongings and stood up from the chair, trying to shake off the lingering emotions.
"See you soon," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to speak it out loud.
I ignored him and walked away, trying to escape the palpable tension. I made my way to Rose's table, desperate for a distraction.
"Hey, are you heading to shopping?" Rose asked, her voice bright and cheerful, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say. "Why would I go shopping?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Rose's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Did you forget about Mike's birthday?"
My heart sank like a stone.
Oh no, I had forgotten! I thought I'd spent the whole day in bed.
"Mike's birthday?" I repeated, trying to feign surprise.
"Yeah, so let's go!" Rose exclaimed.
"Is everyone invited ?" I asked
"Doesn't matter," Rose said with a grin. "We're invited, and we have to get him something special."
"Alright, let's go" I said
I reluctantly agreed, and after 40 minutes of shopping, we returned with our purchases. Rose got to her house by taxi. I got home late mom was there still making dinner
As I walked into the kitchen, I called out, "I'm back!" and kicked off my shoes, slipping into my slippers. Mom turned around, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Hey, darling! Come give me a hug," she said, opening her arms wide.
But instead of embracing her, I hesitated. "Mom, I'm sorry. Did I make you wait?" I asked, feeling a twinge of guilt.
Mom's expression softened. "No, Clara, I just got home from work late too. We're both running on fumes tonight," she said with a laugh.
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Oh, so how was work?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
"Not bad," Mom replied with a shrug.
"Great," I said flatly, my mind still preoccupied with my earlier conversation with the guy.
Mom's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "And how was school?"
"It was great," I said quickly, not wanting to dwell on the drama that had unfolded earlier.
Mom smiled and pulled me into the chair opposite hers. "Good, come let's eat dinner," she said, placing the utensils in front of me.
I began to eat, the food surprisingly delicious after a long day. But despite the warmth of the moment, I couldn't shake off the lingering emotions from earlier.
After dinner, I headed to my room, exhausted and emotional. I flopped onto my bed, the shopping bag still on the table beside me. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were unraveling before my eyes.