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Beneath His Eyes

Author: Cane
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-15 21:39:12

Chapter 87 — Beneath His Eyes

Ollie’s POV

I could feel it before I saw it, the weight of Ryder’s eyes on me. It wasn’t harsh or judging, but it was constant. He watched me the way people looked at something fragile, afraid to touch it, afraid it might break. Every time our eyes met, my chest tightened, torn between wanting him to look away and wanting him to never stop.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. Maybe I wanted the attention too much, maybe I was desperate for it. But it wasn’t in my head. He was watching me. In class, in the hallways, even when we passed by the cafeteria. He’d linger just long enough for me to notice before pretending he wasn’t.

It made it hard to breathe sometimes.

I told myself to act normal, to keep my head down, to focus on schoolwork. I filled my notebook with scribbles that didn’t mean anything, trying to drown out the feeling that someone was paying too much attention to the cracks I’d spent years hiding. But it didn’t work. Every time I looked up
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