Even nearly two hours after my dancing with Axe, I can still feel the heat of Austins gaze on me, even when I know he's no longer looking. I tell myself that the goosebumps on my skin are from the cold, and the slight shiver that moves up my spine is rom the cold, but it's no use. My mind and my body aren't on the same page, let alone the same book when it comes to Austin.
The last few days after our talk in the hallway, I have wanted nothing more than to march up to him and ask what his problem is. Why he was going through so much hassle to ignore me.
That night something shifted between us, at least for me. We didn't fight or yell... well that's not true, we did, but it was different. It was honest and frankly, it makes me mad that he'd been ignoring me at all, only to show up and loo
