Novel & Cerita Pay Attention To Me

From today onwards, I will make sure to pay more attention to her because I don’t want any of this to happen again. To be continued…

I hear her snap at me, making me gulp and turn more directly toward her. "Are you even paying attention to me?" she says, tilting her pretty face at me. I shake my head yes, feeling weak under her gaze. Butterflies erupt in my stomach knowing she wants my attention.

“And not in a normal curious way, this is… something else.” “I can feel it too,” I said. “It’s not just attention, it’s like they’re trying to figure something out.” “They are,” Ethan said. “And you’re not helping by reacting to it.” “I’m not reacting, I’m noticing,” I said. “There’s a difference.” “Not here,” he said. “Here, noticing turns into attention, and attention spreads.” Ryan glanced at him. “So what, she’s supposed to just ignore an entire pack staring at her like she’s some kind of— I don’t even know what.”

He was standing a few feet away with the rest of the team, dressed in a customized office tee like the rest of Hart & Rowe employees, his posture relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. But his eyes were constantly drifting to me, watching my every movement. My stomach twisted. Did he know? Did he somehow figure out I overheard him yesterday? Or… Was this part of whatever he had planned? My fingers tightened around themselves. Don’t look at him. But it was impossible not to feel the weight of his attention pressing against me, making my skin prickle. I swallowed hard and forced my gaze forward. “My fellow Americans!” The voice boomed through the speakers, cutting through the noise.

“This doesn’t make sense. Why did you even want me here?” Something flickered in his golden eyes. He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on me like he was trying to read something I wasn’t saying. “Because,” he said finally, “you’re paying attention.” I frowned. “What?” “You were paying attention in there,” he repeated, gesturing to the now-empty seats. “Every word, every detail. Most omegas wouldn’t have bothered.” I stiffened. “That doesn’t mean I should be here. They’ll think—”

I slowly pulled my leg away, and glued my eyes to the presentation. I felt him shift his gaze back to me, but I forced myself to hyperfocus on the curve of each letter on the board. *** DING I pulled my phone out of my bag while I was waiting for everyone to file in for the next meeting. It was from Callan. My heart sped up annoyingly and my fingers were quick to swipe open the message. "You didn't like it?" his message read. I bit my lip and glanced out the window where he'd just gone, probably to some other meeting. Taking a gander around the room, I noticed that nobody was really paying me any attention.

“Ben. He is usually the centre of attention, so sometimes he doesn’t notice much of what’s going on around him. He never needs to pay attention because everybody is already doing it to him. If you want something from him, tell him. If you wait for him to notice you, chances are that he won’t.” “How long have you known him?” “Long enough. I’ve been friends with Ash since high school.” “Oh.” So I have to vie for his attention? I can’t do that. Jared didn’t call me an attention whore for nothing. Feeling like the person I’m into isn’t paying enough attention to me is a big issue for me.

But that is the least of my worries, right now that's the last of my priorities as all my attention is on the muscles that are contracting with his every movement. And I k ow should listen to the small voice that is telling me to not stare and let him know my presence but another part of me that is enjoying the view more than I should is keeping me rooted in my place. And this is how you wanted to stay out of his business. The same small voice punched some sense into me and I had shaken my head. I shook myself from the haze and then like everywhere but him and retreat some steps and then letting my feet fall harder on the floor, I try indicating my presence.

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

I say, because that’s easier, because it’s true, and I don’t wait for a response before walking away. The hallway doesn’t feel the same anymore. It doesn’t ignore me. It watches. And for the first time, I understand that attention doesn’t always come from something you do. Sometimes it finds you anyway.