My heart was throbbing intemperately, my palms were sweaty, and my muscles were cold. Even if I shook the anxiety away, that doesn’t stop my mind from thinking. I glanced sideways from my shoulders. I walked up through the school hallway, shooting a gaze at the person who’s been tailing me. His hands are inside his pockets, and his side profile is breathalyzing from this view. When he slowly peered when he felt I was watching him, our eyes clasped together in a moment when the objects around us suddenly disappeared, and he’s the only person I could vision.

I slug down the lump in my throat. He’s observing me...