Clarabell's POV
The second hand's ticking felt louder than the surrounding conversation as I gazed at the clock in class. Time can appear slower than it really is when you want it to go faster. Sometimes, it appears like some Time Lord speeds up time while laughing maniacally. My thoughts were entangled with Ryan, the one guy I couldn't seem to get away from no matter how hard I tried, rather than mathematics and formulas.
My feelings have been erratic ever since the gym encounter, alternating between annoyance, desire, and an unidentified nagging worry. It was no longer a possibility to avoid him. Even when I wanted to push away, the connection between us was like a rope that kept drawing me in. I had a lot of problems already, and now my hormones were interfering with my logical facult
