I looked up at him. He was tall, his hair slightly curly, with a set jaw and a nose slightly too large for his face. But his eyes were light, and full of emotion. He looked back at me, catching me in the act of staring. I looked away immediately, blinking to hide my embarrasment.
When I dared to look back, I saw him staring at me now, a slightly confused expression on his eyes. His brows were scrunched together, their ends almost meeting. I stopped myself from laughing, but a small squeak escaped my lips.
As he heard it an eyebrow lifted, his curls reached the top of it. I was unsure if I had offended him, or made him more curious, but I forced my eyes away from his, turning them back to the matter at hand.
I knew that I was supposed to be paying attention to what was said, but honestly? Jone's drawling left something to be desired. He was always so nervous at these things, especially with me there to listen. Living up to family members and all.
And I already knew about the basics of self defense, I didn't understand why Professor Llana wanted me to attend this class. But, as she was my guide for this year, I was to attend this, and excel in it.
I was far more interested in the young man who seemed to be very interested in me. I glanced back over, saw that he was still staring, and sighed, shaking out my white hair to hide the side of my face.
I later learned that name of the boy was Ben. And I had no idea how strange he truly was. But that's a story for another day, and today is almost over.
