I was in class, writing like I was actually paying attention, but I wasn’t. I kept staring at my notes, wondering when I even wrote some of the things there.
Why was I even thinking about last night?
It didn’t mean anything.
I don’t even know him like that.
Still… the way he looked at me—like he noticed something—I didn’t like it. Or maybe I did. I don’t know.
I tapped my pen against my book and forced myself to keep writing. I wasn’t about to start overthinking something that didn’t matter.
I was still trying to focus when Ella walked in and came straight to sit beside me—the seat I kept for her.
I shifted a little, adjusting my book like it would help me concentrate, but it didn’t.
Maybe keeping that seat for her wasn’t such a good idea. I didn’t want her noticing anything… espec
