You meant to look away. You really did. But something about him—his stillness, his unwavering gaze—held you there for a second too long.
Sam didn’t move, didn’t blink. It was like he was studying you, trying to figure something out. Or maybe deciding something.
A sharp laugh from Rachel snapped you back. "Seriously," she muttered, leaning in. "He’s not… normal."
You swallowed, forcing a breath. "What do you mean?"
Before she could answer, the bell rang. It was time for class.
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