Novel & Cerita Everybody's Watching Her But She's Looking At You

She had spotted Marc earlier, but he quickly disappeared in the crowd after he gave her a quick once-over he would do to a complete stranger. She was satisfied. Exactly what she had thought. A quarter to eight, everyone got restless. Although it might be her imagination, she felt a set of eyes on her. Somebody was watching her. Goosebumps rose on her skin. Danica looked around to find distracted humans and other-races alike. No one was giving any special attention to her. Some of them were looking at her, but their expressions showed she was not of their interest at the moment.

The intensity of the girls' stares made her uncomfortable, a subtle pang of insecurity gnawing at her. As the whispers continued to circulate, Allison's gaze flickered between Ethan and the mesmerized crowd. She couldn't shake the feeling of being overshadowed, as if she were merely a spectator in her own moment of enjoyment to get Ethan to fall for her. A mix of emotions swirled within her — a combination of admiration for Ethan's undeniable charm and a tinge of self-consciousness.

She looked down at the screen and fellt cold breeze run down her whole body. We're watching you right now.

I say. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers. I press play. There she is. Walking in. Red dress, high heels. Angry. Buzzed. Beautiful. She watches herself undress. Her lips part when her on-screen self looks straight at the camera. “You knew,” I say quietly. She nods. “I had a feeling. But I didn’t think I’d like being watched so much.” Onscreen, she’s naked now. Staring at the lens like she’s taunting it.

He watched for a few minutes, amused by her commentary and the interactions with her viewers. As he continued watching, Josh couldn’t help but notice how captivating Isabella looked on camera. Her expressive face, combined with the way she animatedly reacted to the game video game she was playing, highlighted her natural beauty. Her enthusiasm and the glow on her face made her appear even more stunning. She wore a casual yet stylish outfit.

She hasn't noticed me yet. Her lips are parted, her face flushed. Her beautiful eyes are glued to the screen, her pupils dilated. One hand is resting on Biscuit's back, her fingers gently scratching, but the other... the other is clenched in the blanket like she's trying not to move it somewhere else. My mouth goes dry. I should announce myself, clear my throat or say something normal like "I'm home." Instead I stand there, frozen, watching her watch them fuck on screen.

That pull. It was like stepping into the sun after being in the shade—sudden, warm, and blinding. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, and her heartbeat stumbled before catching a faster rhythm. Someone was watching her. Not casually. Not in passing. But with a focus so sharp it felt almost physical. She told herself not to look. Not to confirm it. But her eyes betrayed her.

Pulled my hood up. Looked at the floor. Instead… I look at Beckett. He’s already looking at me. And this time… he doesn’t look away. Not even when everyone else is watching.

“Am I making you nervous?” “No.” “Liar,” she said cheerfully. “You’re watching everything I do.” “I watch everyone,” he said, which was true. “Even her?” She tipped her chin toward Mya. “Especially her.” His voice had iron in it without him asking. “Good.” She stopped twirling her straw, giving him her full attention. “Because some people—” she cut her eyes toward the past, the sidewalk, the cameras—“believe cruelty is clever. I like seeing it corrected.”

So close I could have called her name and she would have heard me. She looked up then, her gaze meeting mine across the expanse. For a fleeting moment, everything else, the roaring crowd, the imposing arena, the daunting three rounds, simply ceased to exist. She raised a hand, pressing it flat against her chest, once, holding it there. I see you. I'm here. You're not alone.