whose fault?- oneshot

uncomfortable

I walked into the classroom, this would be my last two periods and I couldn't be happier about it.

I could already feel his eyes on me, wandering from my hair that was put in two buns, over my face with my slightly smeared mascara and, of course, my body.

It was a hot day in July, hence I've put on a black and white skirt combined with a pink crop top.
He smiled before looking back at my face.

Quickly I rushed over to my seat, he'll sit right infront of me.

Why was he always staring at me so intensively?

It made me uncomfortable, but still I took of my white zip-up. I chose to just ignore the stares that seemed to burn deep into me and take of my clothes mentally.

Okay, just put the jacket back on and keep your thighs closed, that'll shield the glances.

Even while he was talking, focused on the mathematic problem, his eyes were just on me.

Didn't he notice the other girls?
Was I something special to him?

Maybe I could use that and ask to get some extra help since he's good at maths.

I started to take notes, write down equations since I didn't want to send him the smallest signal back.

He continued his blabbering, I got lost in watching something happen outside through the window.

I jumped when he suddenly leaned over to my desk and whisper-asked:
"Could you not follow the teacher? You seem to not be working." he smiled, showed me his straight, white teeth.

Now that I looked around, yes, everyone was working.

How embarassing.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." internally I got mad at myself for stuttering a bit.

Did he make me nervous?
There's no reason to, at least it shouldn't

"No need to stutter." he started to smile "you shouldn't be daydreaming so much tho. Just saying."

While he was talking, I watched his focus change down to my boobs. Sneakily, I tried to zip up my sweater a bit more. He huffed, his smile got wider. Then he finally left.

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a/n
next chapter, some things will sound quite different...
also, please let me know
if I made any mistakes.