Chapter 2 (Caroline)

"Who was that yummy piece of perfection?" Stacy asked huskily, her eyes trained on him. I could literally see her eye-raping him. I slapped her arm gently and glared at her.

"Don’t. Not with him," I said sternly. She pouted slightly before she took her eyes off of him. I wasn't jealous or anything... I just didn't want her around him. I had no idea why, but I just didn't. And it wasn't like I was super controlling over my friends, but if I said something, they listened. It was the same for the other two with me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to be near Keegan. I stuck my fork in my salad and took a bite for something to do. I didn’t even feel hungry anymore. I felt full after my encounter with him. I felt eyes boring into me. I turned to see Keegan watching me almost with a look of amazement. I quickly averted my gaze and went back to my food. Mariana and Stacy were going on about some party this Friday, but I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts were on Keegan and the crazy way I almost passed out just from him touching me. I’d never felt anything like it before.

When lunch ended, I went to my next class... naturally. Walking in, I saw the only person who just so happened to also be running through my mind.

Keegan.

I searched the room, but the only other open seat was next to him. I was nervous. I was nervous that my body would react before I could think like it did in the cafeteria. I was nervous that a guy I barely knew could ask me to do anything and I would do it. I was nervous that I would look crazy with how obsessed I felt over him from nothing more than a simple conversation. There were only two people per table as well, meaning I was stuck with him. I slid into the seat as I placed my bag on the floor beside me. I pulled out my notebook and a pen before running my fingers through my hair. I looked down and started fiddling with my notebook to avoid Keegan's steady gaze. The class quieted as the tardy bell rang.

"Alright class, you're back in Forensics again. We're going to pick up where we left off on bullets and casings," the teacher, Mr. Norman started. I chewed the end of my pen subconsciously as I watched Mr. Norman write the classifications on the board. Working with our partners, we were supposed to use our books to determine what each marking meant and try to determine what kind of gun was used. As soon as he turned us loose, I reached for a book. So did Keegan. Our hands touched briefly, setting my core on fire. I pulled my hand away hesitantly. He picked up the book and set it in between us. His hand hesitated on the cover before I felt his eyes on me again.

"What have you guys covered so far?" he asked, curiosity weaving through his voice. I only shrugged, still not looking at him. I let my hair curtain between us, as I turned to the proper chapter.