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and
his response before was purely automatic, after all I almost scalded
him— I
began to convince myself.
    As
I was processing the logic in my head, I quickly headed
inconspicuously toward the east corner of the room. He was sitting on
the second row in front, on the west side. There were still a lot of
seats available which was a good thing. I breathed a little relieved.
    But
as I was about to make my way toward the opposite side of the room, I
noticed several stack of papers on a long wooden desk in front that
clearly I needed to pick up before I sat down. Passing in his
direction, I hurried my stride to grab them, sprinting quickly to
avoid catching his attention before I could head to one of the empty
seats.
    But
as I passed, his glare caught me. From the corner of my eye, I could
see the muscle on his jaw strain, tightening like a knot. His heated
eyes furious and as dark as the mysteries buried within its
depths—which followed me all the way to where I sat.
    I
quickly scanned his face again for confirmation—trying to make
sure I was seeing everything clearly. Knowing full well that his
reaction was aggressive, I stared at him boldly in protest. I wasn’t
about to let anyone push me around. Is
he for real? Why is he staring at me for? That’s impolite!
    But
as I met his gaze, he shot me a look that seemed to cut through me,
penetrating deeper. Unexplained horror washed over me. Feeling the
rush of adrenaline pulse to every vein in my body. I automatically
stiffened, clawing the wooden desk from under my fingers.
    He
held the look with the obvious hate filled stare that no one would
dare hold this long. But as aggressive as his gaze was, I couldn’t
help but be drawn to his mesmerizing eyes. His eyes held the kind of
magnetic heat that made me melt—pulling me to him, and at the
same time, as tempting as that heat was, a coldness that triggered
the flight instinct in me and I was in two opposing sides with
myself—a very strange feeling I had never felt before.
    “ Welcome
Everyone…I would like to introduce you to Dr. Harris.”
The announcement was loud, but I could hardly pay attention to the
words. With conscious effort, I tried to shun the stranger and fixed
my eyes on a tall, dark figure behind the podium.
    But
barely a second passed, from the corner of my eye, I could still see
the tight strain from his perfectly curved jaw line, the obvious heat
of anger in his mysterious eyes under his perfectly coiffed but
somehow disheveled hair. I tried to look at the other students to see
if they were noticing anything unusual about the stranger in the
room—but they were all seemingly unaware of what was obvious to
me—it was as if, they were not seeing him the way I do. Not
even one pair of eyes gazed in his direction. I began to stiffen even
more. I turned my head sharply away from him, not wanting to see the
burning coldness of his stare.
    As
I sat on the hard, low backed wooden chair, I shifted on the seat’s
edge, feeling the sort of panic that wasn’t logical but very
much real. Suddenly, I felt the vibration of my own body, trickling
down to the tips of my toes and fingers—an unknown fear that I
couldn’t quite describe. I felt like bolting out of the room,
but my mind fought the desire to move—like I was frozen in
time. I held my breath for long periods of time, trying to hold my
calm in place with each passing moment.
    Looking
at the ticking clock, I continually waited for my heart to calm
down—waiting until the fear subside—but it didn’t.
I fought my unusual instinct and decided to study him further; he
wore a black long sleeve shirt with the same colored pants, his eyes
and expression—seeping with anger, his excruciatingly handsome
face—aggressive. He held his continued stare in place. I
retrieved mine again, feeling the heat moving toward my face as fear
struck me forcefully, giving me away—turning my face red hot.
My pulse sped, thumping in my ears.
    All
of a sudden, I felt aware