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Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. That is what Christofferson heard as he rested his head on the desk, trying his best to pay attention to class, but ends up tuning his teacher out. School....some kids guilty pleasure and for most kids: the hellhole of life. Too far? Eh. That's what Tristen thought anyways.
As he listened, all he heard was the babbling mouth of his teacher talking about something around literature. Whatever it was, probably isn't important later in life. At least, that is what Tris thought. The blonde turned his head so he was gazing outside, and a sudden cold chill went up his spine, making him sit up and glance around the outside quickly. It was that feeling again. The same feeling he gets when he is being watched.
"Colaro! Are you listening?" The teacher demanded, snapping Christofferson's little search as the male spun his head to meet the angered teacher's eyes. It's was not a beautiful sight,might he add.
"Y-Yes, I was listening," Tristen answered with a small stutter. He heard various giggles and chuckles from the class as the male blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh really now? What was I saying?" Mrs. Lee asked as she stared at him with unnerving eyes. Tristen wished he could just shrunk in his seat and pretend he wasn't here.
"U...m...."
"That is what I thought! Listen up!" The teacher yelled. The boy nodded timidly and waited for the teacher to turn her head. Once all the attention was off him, the student went back to searching for the pairs of eyes that been burning holes at the back of his neck.
Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. That is what Christofferson heard as he rested his head on the desk, trying his best to pay attention to class, but ends up tuning his teacher out. School....some kids guilty pleasure and for most kids: the hellhole of life. Too far? Eh. That's what Tristen thought anyways.
As he listened, all he heard was the babbling mouth of his teacher talking about something around literature. Whatever it was, probably isn't important later in life. At least, that is what Tris thought. The blonde turned his head so he was gazing outside, and a sudden cold chill went up his spine, making him sit up and glance around the outside quickly. It was that feeling again. The same feeling he gets when he is being watched.
"Colaro! Are you listening?" The teacher demanded, snapping Christofferson's little search as the male spun his head to meet the angered teacher's eyes. It's was not a beautiful sight,might he add.
"Y-Yes, I was listening," Tristen answered with a small stutter. He heard various giggles and chuckles from the class as the male blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh really now? What was I saying?" Mrs. Lee asked as she stared at him with unnerving eyes. Tristen wished he could just shrunk in his seat and pretend he wasn't here.
"U...m...."
"That is what I thought! Listen up!" The teacher yelled. The boy nodded timidly and waited for the teacher to turn her head. Once all the attention was off him, the student went back to searching for the pairs of eyes that been burning holes at the back of his neck.