"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed.
Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy.
I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing."
The outfit was pretty cute, hands down.
"But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds."
Oh hell no.