Stella's POV
I knew Zander was in this class but made an extreme effort not to search him out. It was an accident that I would turn my head and lock eyes with him. It's not like I was avoiding him, it's just that Gabby, the girl I entered the class with is notoriously perceptive, nothing gets past her, her father is someone high up in the FBI and she inherited whatever talents he has.
Even now her eyes follow my gaze and she shoots me a quizzical look. A blush stains my cheeks and I look away from him. Gabby's slick black bob defines her angular face and makes her sharp cat eyes look more severe than she is.
"So you and Zander huh"
"It's nothing"
"It doesn't look like nothing"
"He likes you, he's been shooting you looks throughout this class and you feel the same. Look at you, you'r
