Honestly, I don’t know what’s up with that guy.

Like, he never talks to anyone (except Ryan — respect to him, I would’ve given up ages ago). He only speaks in class to correct the teachers. And his stare… man, it’s weird. Like he sees everything. Even the stuff you haven’t done yet.

And sometimes… he looks at me.

Not in a mean way. Not happily either.

More like… intensely.

Like I’m a Rubik’s Cube he wants to take apart, piece by piece, just to figure out why I’m so badly scrambled.

I swear, there were times I really wanted to say:

“Dude. You want a picture?”

But somehow, I never did.

Maybe because… I don’t know.

He gives off a vibe.

Not a creepy one. More like… strong.

Like, even if you’re not looking at him, your brain knows he’s there. It’s weird.

Anyway.

Today again, I felt him watching me while I was talking with Zoé. She stuck this dumb “cute cat” sticker on my shoulder. We laughed.

And him… I saw him, half hiding behind Ryan, eyes locked on me like some sniper.

And then… I don’t even know why, I blushed.

Me. I blushed.

Because the quiet, intense guy from the back of the class looked at me for too long.

Honestly, I’m not ready to put words on any of this yet.

But... I think I’m gonna talk to him.

Just to see.

Find out what he wants.

And why it feels like he knows me better than I know myself.