No Feelings

Cora's pov (B)

What's happening to me?

Why didn't I get the notes from Mr Brown already? I should have applied for a retake, three weeks ago, but I'm still considering it. What is there to consider?

I don't know.

Can't believe the way I have been paying attention in an introduction class. I know everything already, why do I pay attention?

I'm thrilled to attend Mr. Brown's class today, which I never do with classes.

I have all the clothes I need for his classes ironed and arranged. It's not weird, I do plan my whole week early, I just hate surprises and confusion.

I know I'll see him today, that freshman, I don't know what I should be feeling about that. Maybe nothing.

He's weird, just like me.

I like the way he gets uncomfortable around me while courageously staring at me.

And his eyes, why does he have such big eyes if they can't see? Again, I do have to use glasses myself despite having probably bigger ones.

An open book, he isn't a puzzle box to me, I can see right through his clumsiness. He stares at me with questions about my presence in the introduction class while I look older. I think he pities me.

I don't care what he thinks of me, I shouldn't have to explain myself to a freshman. Maybe he'll figure it out by himself before the semester is over.

I'm confident, nothing can break my will.

But, I don't like the way I feel around this particular kid. He makes me feel vulnerable like I have to worry about what he thinks of me when those brown eyes land on my face, hair, and…I don't care!

I hope he knows.

Because I never get intimidated by his stare to look away or shy. I'm growing comfortable with him, he seems harmless.

To be frank, a part of me wants to be seen by him. It cares that he is puzzled by my existence, that he spends half class hours staring at me.

Although tiny, it craves his attention.

As for myself, I don't have any feelings about that.

_ He is obsessed with me, why else would he make sure that the seat next to him is never occupied when I come in? I never got to class before he did, is that a coincidence?

I can see him scanning me from the corner of my eye, he seems happy to see me.

I'm rigid, so they say.

Today, I want to change that, if he speaks to me I'll reply. I think it's time I got to know his name, not weird at all.

"Hi"

He greeted me, what should I say?

"Hello", I hate my voice right now.

He smiles, I should

smile back but I can't. Why should I?...

Noah's pov

This is the last class I'll ever attend with her. Mr. Brown started the class with, "Fellas, I think our journey has come to an end for this semester. I'll lecture some classes for most of you here.

Our timed CAT will be available on your virtual campus dashboard from tomorrow.

You'll be able to access it next Wednesday during the class, so make sure to keep time. It'll be closed in an hour.

I wish you well.

All of you are free to follow up on the matter at my office at any time. Happy to help.

Now, where were we… "

I can't afford to pay attention, knowing I might never see her ever again. I wonder where she goes after classes, I have never seen her around campus.

She's the definition of mystery, I think I like that about her, and as much frightened. Her calm face turned cold when Mr. Brown signified the end of his lectures. It's the first time she showed anything apart from elegance and calmness.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the sad news, or maybe good news to her.

I'm into feminine girls, she isn't that.

The only feminine thing about her is hair, facial features, and her lips.

But, I still find her interesting.

There's a saying in my town about the last things being sweetest, today I can relate to that.

Her face looks glowing like she is turning beautiful. And her mood too, she seems lighter than in earlier days, like she also might miss seeing me. I don't think so.

Her hair is as straight as usual, the smell of her cologne nourishes my lungs, and her eyes are more glowing behind the not-so-ridiculous glasses anymore.

Her skin was smooth as ever, her expression lighter, and those lips.

Weirdly I feel like kissing them, they are just very soft, moist, and fluffy. Did she apply something to them today, or had I been neglecting them?

The class was over before I knew it, I hardly wrote anything down today, she occupied all my attention. I think I might be obsessed, curiously is the father of obsession after all.

A guy snapped me out of my mind, he wanted to pasa, so I created a way for him. I don't know him, the only constant thing in this class had been her.

She isn't in a hurry, she is just sitting there. What's going on, should I ask for her to make way, or should I try to use the last minutes with her to make her know I'm the pervert she had been seeing me for?

"Hey"

"Hi", a ghost of a smile on her face. She smiles.

"I'm Zain"

She didn't share her name, how rude!

But, her face had something else, she seemed to be holding in a smile. She failed terribly, smiling.

I had thought of her as not hot, girly, or weirdly pretty. I take that back. With a smile on her face, she transformed into a beautiful girl I had never seen before.

And she had dimples, who knew! Right now, I think she's hot!

I'm getting uncomfortable around her, I turn mute around hot girls.

But, her smile is so warm and welcoming that I can't help but stare into those deep eyes and pretty faces. I should say something to break whatever spell she has put on me.

"What?"

I couldn't help asking.

"What?", she replied, rolling those huge eyes, I'm bewitched. Why is she smiling as Christmas came early? What's so funny about me asking and her replying 'What? ' "You have no idea, do you?" Her voice is so smooth as silk, who are you? Did you kill the girl I had been sitting with for the whole semester? Because it isn't her.

"No. What?", I couldn't help asking.

"The notes", she pushed her notebook close to me. It hit me, I didn't write shit for the whole class.

"Of course, thanks. I think I should apologize for the way I have been the whole semester, that's not like me", I try to purify my perverted ways.

"Not to me", she gave me an assuring reply. Maybe she didn't care about my little present, which is very true.

"Sorry anyways. I have missed a lot", I said nervously while taking her book. She didn't say a word more.

She just walked out leaving me to photocopy her work. She must have gone out to stretch her legs and get a gulp of fresh air.