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As I stared in his angry eyes, I tried to figure out what his problem was with me. The way that he was staring at me was too scary. Like all the fury in the world was gathered into his eyes just for me. His eyes flickered from me to Elliot and back, glaring at the both of us as if he wanted to kill us one by one.

I did not move my eyes first, trying to not give him a reason or expression that I was afraid of him, when in reality I actually was. But then he was a complete stranger to me and even I did not know why he was affecting me so deeply in this way. I did not know what his problem was with me for looking at me with so much anger in his eyes. In the end I just decided to ignore him and looked away.

After the professor was done with scolding him, he finally shut up and dismissed Christian. I could still feel his heated gaze on me as he climbed up the stairs and started coming towards me. My heart was thudding so hard in my chest that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest and lay on the ground near Christian's feet.

 Why in the actual hell was Christian coming towards me?!

I cleared my throat and started looking down, trying to pretend to stare at something very important that was given in my textbook. The sound of his shoes climbing up increased, he was coming closer and my mind was about to burst in nervousness. What was he planning to do?

His feel came to stand right beside my desk and I was left with my chest hurting so hard. I tried to avoid him and focused on his feet that did not move from beside my desk. But then, after those excruciating five seconds later, he climbed one more step and took his seat right behind me.

I felt like my soul had just left my body and had come back to slam inside my chest in those five seconds. My breathing returned to normal as my heart calmed down a bit. But the feeling of his body sitting right behind me did nothing but increase my nervousness even more.

I was feeling like there was some kind of sixth sense inside me that could feel his stare digging holes in the back of my head. Throughout the whole next forty five minutes of the class after that were spent in me trying to adjust in my seat again and again and trying to avoid the utmost desire of turning around to look at him and stare into his deep green eyes that I knew were staring fixedly at my every action while sitting behind me.

I could not describe the feeling, the temptation and urge of trying to run away. I was counting down each excruciating second for the class to end. First the day of my college started with the most boring lecture in the history of lectures and now a psychotic guy was planning the best way to drill a hole inside my head while sitting right behind me. Just Great!

Lazily, my gaze dropped at the watched wrapped around my wrist. I saw the time and immediately squealed in my head- Wow! Only tow more minutes until the end of the literal, boring hell!

My eyes went towards Elliot with an happy, bright smile on my face but he was already staring at me with his lips pressed tight, the expressions on his face saying that he was controlling himself from falling down on the the floor and start laughing his ass off.