Yzabelle:
I fought myself hard to ignore this unknown feeling.
“What are you talking about?” I rolled my eyes trying to act right. Trying to show her it was nothing.
And to make the act more convincing, I need to let go of the curtain.
There, with secret hesitation, I let go of the curtain. I knew if I do that, Kate will eventually let me go. But I wholeheartedly wished she would not open the curtain.
“There’s nothing special in there. Go, look after it by yourself.”
If I could wish him to be invisible to other girls, I would.
I continued working on my laptop, making her think I don’t care at all. And since I was blocking Kate from the window, she would need to pull me aside for her to look at what's in the window.
A bit hassle for her.
“Nah, let’s finish this already. I think it will snow again, later,” she said, resigning to go further with the topic.
Good thing Kate didn’t waste her time looking through it and focused on her work as well.
I secretly glanced at the window, wishing the guy was still there, available for viewing.
And he was really there, looking up just straight at me.
My heart suddenly races like wild horses right after locking eyes with him. It was the same feeling a few minutes a while ago, the very first moment I laid eyes on him.
I don’t know why he had that strong effect on me every time I looked deep into his eyes. It felt like my heart was beating on my throat.
I quickly looked away from the window and focused on my laptop.
I don’t know if I should wish he was still there when it’s time to go home, or I should wish he was gone because, I don’t know why he was looking at me.
It's kind of creepy and… and a feeling that I don’t know how to explain.
And my wish was neither granted nor denied. Well, I don’t know which one is my wish. Is it to see him? Or not to see him?
I don’t know if I would be happy stepping out of the building.
Because he was still there outside the gate. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
Was he waiting for me?
Probably not. He mentioned the name Laura a while ago.
He must be waiting for that certain Laura girl. Was that the same girl he referred to as his mate? I mean classmates.
I thought when he said mate, he meant classmate. Well, I don't think he was in the same college as us considering that I hadn't seen him at the University.
Because if someone like him was enrolled in my university, all the girls might be talking about him. His online pictures might have populated our university group on social media. And he might not need to make an effort to find a certain Laura.
And hell, why did I feel so down while thinking that he must be looking for a certain Laura?
I threw away the negative feeling and continued stepping out of the gate. I aimed to ignore him, walked past him but neither of it happened.
Because that gorgeous guy suddenly stopped me by grabbing my wrist.
“Laura…” He whispered.
Why does his crispy manly voice sound really good in my ear?
Wait, what?
Get a hold of yourself, Yzabelle!
I suddenly threw his hand away.
“I am not Laura,” I hissed on him.
Why do I feel bad that he seemed to have mistaken me for someone?
Argh!
The handsome guy straightened himself.
“Oh, I am sorry. So, what is your name this time?” He asked as if he knew me from before.
This time?
Did he think someone can change their name whenever they want?
Well, actually yes. There were some cases. But hell, what does he mean?
And there’s the crazy palpitation again that I am fighting to ignore.
“I’m Yzabelle. Do I know you or something? Have we met before?”
That’s the best question I can throw towards him, considering that he was speaking like he kind of knew me.
“Yes… No, uhhh…” He seemed to be contemplating how to explain.
That made my curiosity grow bigger and wider.
“We already saw each other but you might not remember. Anyway, I am Killian, Killian Grant.”
He sounds like he doesn’t know how to introduce himself, or he never did it before.
I don’t know.
But the name is somehow familiar. I just don’t remember where I heard it.
Killian Grant…
Was the name somewhat important?
I shook the thoughts away.
I don’t care.
“Oh, nice name.” I commented nonchalantly. “Bye then.”
I attempted to step away so I could go through my business. But I feel like he was following me.
One step…
Two steps…
Three steps…
I looked over my shoulder and it was confirmed. He was following me.
“Why are you following me?”
Killian shrugged. He looked from behind him, showing he was thinking that I am talking to someone from behind.
“Are you talking to me?” He pointed to himself.
“Absolutely.”
“Well, I am going in that direction as well. Where should I walk through?”
I looked at him suspiciously. “Are you going to the train station?”
“Umm, yeah? Were you?”
“No. I am going to take a cab.” I answered.
“Oh, then I should take a cab as well.”
I frowned. “Huh?”
“If you are going to take a cab, I’ll take a cab as well,” he said again. This time, clearer with explanation. “Because it’s more convenient than taking the train.”
I blinked my eyes. I could not decide whether to continue this conversation or feeling creeped out.
I decided to call for a cab instead.
“Hey, where are you going?”
I decided not to answer him and quickly got into the cab. If he really was following me, then, I should be afraid of him.
Why would he follow me? I don’t even know him!
I forced myself to relax. Maybe I was just overthinking. Maybe that guy was telling the truth. Maybe he really was taking the same way as me. There's no reason for him to follow me, right?
I should stop this nonsense.
But as soon as the cab drove away, I felt like my heart was driving away from something very important to me. It's as if I was losing a big part of me.
What the heck? Why am I even feeling this way?