The rest of the week goes past in an uneventful blur. I settle into a routine. Get up, breakfast, classes, dinner, bed. It’s the most mundane, uneventful week of my life but it’s also surprisingly refreshing. I don’t think I have ever felt so still in all my life.
“He’s staring at you again,” Esme says in a low voice. We’re both huddled in the back of Hamish’s classroom pretending to look over the text in front of us, but I know for a fact neither of us has digested a line of it.
“Give it a rest,” I retort, “I know you’re just saying it now to wind me up.”
Esme leans over to me, her dark hair spilling over her face. “I’m not joking, Neve. Arun keeps staring at you, he hasn’t stopped.”
“Stop it,” I repeat in a loud whisper. “Get on with your work.”
I don’t have to look at her to know
