~Rain~
It was happening again. Throughout the history class, I could feel his intense glares directed at me, even though I avoided eye contact. If looks could kill, Cody would have already taken my life.
Amara shared details about her upcoming birthday party, and we reminisced about our history while she laughed it off. When I turned around, his once bright blue eyes, now darker, were fixed on me. I visibly gulped, forcing myself to focus on the professor and ignore the erratic beating of my heart.
The overwhelming feeling persisted—one moment, he ignited my emotions and the next, he made me regret encountering him after two long years. Throughout the class, I nervously rubbed my sweaty hands together, concealing them from Amara, who was still immersed in her birthday party discussion.
