Clara James POVThe teacher walked in, cutting our conversation short, and we started the lesson. Natalie slid a piece of paper onto my desk. I looked at her, and she nudged the paper with her eyes, urging me to read it."I don't trust Ethan."I read what she wrote and frowned, feeling annoyed. "Why?" I asked her.She pulled the paper back, scribbled something quickly, and pushed it back to me. "The way he looks at you is creepy.""Natalie, you're just hallucinating."She wrote back immediately. "I'm not. Just look at how he's staring at you."I read the note and glanced over at Ethan. He had his chin resting on his hand, staring at me with a deep, intense gaze. I stepped hard on his foot under the table."Fuck, that hurts!" Ethan whispered, trying to keep his voice down so the teacher wouldn't hear while he rubbed his foot."Focus on the lesson, Ethan," I said, looking straight ahead and taking notes in my book."Ok, ok," Ethan groaned in pain, finally turning his eyes toward the fron
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