Being Watched

Chapter 1

"Psst!" I looked up from my phone screen, an iPhone Princess Plus, and searched for the owner of the voice. I could see no one but a boy making paper planes, a girl with black rimmed glasses writing furiously, a couple making out, one guy hitting his friend in the head and...that's all.

"Psst Psst!" I turned around and rolled my eyes. Not again.

"What?" I whisper-shouted. The boy looked suddenly nervous, like caught off guard, looking everywhere but me. He ran his hand through his blonde hair, stuttering with his words. I sigh closing my eyes. I couldn't decipher a single thing he was saying until...He cleared his throat. I looked at him but he looked past something behind me.

Okay, so the professor had cleared his throat. I turned back to my position.

"Mr. Hooper, it will be appreciated if you don't disturb Miss Cooper." He said grudgingly.

I don't think there's any need to explain why he didn't point me out. I mean, who would risk their job because of such a small thing. I clearly knew that the professor would rather gobble down a bowl full of goo than point me out with a ten foot pole.

Call me typical, but I hate when someone treat me differently. And specially when, they are friends with you just because you have a few more bills than them in your pocket. Like people don't value for who you are. Ugh!

"I'm sorry Mr King, I was just asking a doubt to Allisa." He replied shyly.

I think he's the first boy who is actually apologising and not back-answering our professor.

I glanced at him giving him a weird look, he just shruged. Mr King decided to ignore him and started blabbering. Again. Yay.

Don't get me wrong I'm not that straight- D's girl. I can get decent grades when I want to. But seriously, listening to Mr King's lecture is like surviving those family functions, where you don't know anyone, without your phone.
You get my pain? Cool.

After picking at my manicured nails, glacing here and there and pretending to listen to Mr King-- I was distracted by a paper ball hitting my shoulder lightly and landing safely on the desk. My desk to be exact. I opened it only to see the words written:

Meet me at the football ground after school. Please, this time.
-Cam

I just nodded, knowing he probably will see me as he's sitting right behind me. I heard a sigh from behind.

This Cameron guy wanted to 'talk' to me from a few weeks now, but I always just brushed him off because..First half of 'the few weeks', I wasn't single that time.

And second half?
Well, let's just say I was heartbroken and didn't care of anything. I think most of the boys wait for girls to get single and then immediately ask them out. I mean, if you'd put your patience so much in waiting till they get single, then why not wait for some more time to give them a break? Almost every girl loves the boy she just broke up with in first few weeks. She may not accept this but it is.

But that's not the case with boys.

I have past this shit now that I didn't love him after the breakup. I think this is the advantage of have been living with a counselor. You can understand every human emotion.

And now tell you what, I should stop thinking about this before I start weeping like a maniac in the middle of listening to Mr. King's lecture.