Zee.
After Denver dropped me off at school, I resisted the urge to look back, I didn't want to give him the impression that I was scared. I didn't want him thinking I was something fragile that he couldn't let out of his sight.
But the moment I could no longer feel his eyes on me, I left all alone in a strange world where every eye seemed to be on me.
The feeling wasn’t anything I could put a name to — no one standing blatantly in my path, no voices calling my name — just a prickle at the back of my neck that wouldn’t go away. The kind of feeling you get when you’re sure you’re being watched, even if you can’t catch the eyes doing it.
I pulled my hoodie tighter, ignoring the way my fingers felt colder than the morning air should’ve allowed.
Denver’s warning from last night replayed i
