Everybody's Watching Her But She's Looking At You Novels & Stories

VAE “You.” She said, while pointing straight at me. My eyes widened. “Me?” I pointed at myself, giving her the most skeptical look I could manage. She didn’t answer. She just stood there waiting, chin tilted up, eyes locked on mine like she already owned the outcome. Everyone’s attention snapped to me in the same second. Nyx shifted awkwardly beside me, but she still gave me a tiny encouraging nod, like that was supposed to help.

"Double the guard on the Georgia border. ​I watched her on the screen—the way she stopped in front of the camera and tilted her head, as if she could see me through the lens. ​"She has no idea what she is," I whispered. "But she’s about to find out." ​

I meant to say more, but as I glanced toward the stage, I paused as I noticed the piercing gaze of only one person watching us. From this distance, I couldn’t read her face, but she was definitely staring straight at us, seeing our every gesture and movement. Bridget.

Even with his face partially covered, she recognized him instantly. Nash's powerful and commanding presence was unlike anything she had seen before. Nina found herself holding her breath, her eyes fixed on him. Nash seemed to sense someone watching him. He casually glanced in her direction and then stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise.

My eyebrows knitted as I looked at her. “I’'m s-sorry. I just r-removed the dirt from your cheek. I didn’t mean to—” I quickly looked away when I noticed that she was biting her lower lip. "Don't do it again," I warned her and kept on walking. “L-Levi,” she said reluctantly. “What?” I replied without gazing at her. “Everyone’s watching us. P-put me down, please? We both know that I’m not sick.” I stopped from walking and roamed my eyes around before I put her down. She was right. Almost everyone around was watching us as if we’re celebrities on a show.

That girl is the hidden center of attention and she doesn't even realize that. Every now and then someone spares her either a brief look or a lasting one. Lingering gazes from Michelle and Mason keep building my suspicions to a hike, but nothing can be culled out of it. Except they had been acquainted with Jules previously, there had to be a reason why she's pulling eyes effortlessly. Even from me. And I'm not someone to do that. Everybody's opinion about her seems to differ, judging by the time and manner of observing her. Yes, that's what is going on. Everybody's observing her.

I let my side features rest against the doorframe and I fold my hands on my chest, watching her every move. I watch as her mouth goes from an Oh to an Ah as she gazes, with widened eyes, at everything within her eyesight. Hell. She is beautiful. With her back hunched, she doesn’t stop looking at the wristwatches until several moments later. And as soon as she has her back straightened, she freezes. She knows. Even though she has her back to me, she knows I’m here. So, I speak. “You like what you see?” I watch her keenly. She doesn’t respond.

All eyes turned toward me, waiting, watching. Zara continued, surely satisfied with the attention she's drawn. “It doesn’t have to be real,” she said and I could swear I saw her wink.

She said show me. He turned the monitor toward her. The footage from the side. Her face during the film. Watching the audience. Not performing the watching. Just watching. The woman in the fourth row with her hand over her mouth. Thomas in the third row going completely still. The particular quality of a room that had been reached somewhere it had not expected to be reached. Her face in the footage was doing what faces did when a person was entirely inside a moment and had no awareness of being observed. She watched it for a long time.

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke