Chapter 3

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I didn't realize I was staring until a pair of green eyes met mine, followed by the harshest glare I think I've ever received.

Archer was looking at me with an eyebrow raised. It felt like he was asking, "What the hell are you looking at?", but of course he didn't actually ask that. He just continued to stare at me with that irritated, confused look on his face, and for a second I was wondering why he was still staring at me when I remembered that I was the weirdo who had started staring at him first.

Embarrassed, I quickly averted my eyes and turned my attention back to my phone and headphones. I could feel my cheeks burning. My embarrassment quickly turned into curiosity though.

Why was he riding the subway?

The last time I checked I'm pretty sure Archer owned a car. A sleek, black, Mustang to be exact. What kind of parents bought their teenager that kind of car, I didn't know, but I wish I had them.

I put my headphones in and randomly selected a song to play, trying to still my wandering thoughts, and preparing for the twenty-minute ride. There would be one more stop before the subway train reached its destination and I was hoping that I could keep my mouth shut and stop myself from asking Archer why he was here for the rest of the ride.

I relaxed as best I could in the hard chair and leaned my head back with my music blasting in my ears.

Unfortunately, my curiosity was still buzzing and my eyes seemed to move of their own accord. Opening one eye, like that would make it less noticeable, I once again glanced over at Archer and... he was still staring at me. Although this time that confused expression was no longer on his face. Instead, it was replaced by an amused one.

Frowning slightly I took my headphones from my ear and I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.

"What are you staring at?"

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them and I couldn't exactly take them back, so instead I left them out there and waited for his answer.

When Archer finally spoke it kind of caught me off guard. As strange as it might sound, I don't remember ever hearing him speak.

We've been going to the same high school for just about four years, and in all that time Archer and I had never crossed paths. He stayed with his group of friends where they basically worshiped the ground he walked on, while I mostly stayed to hanging out with Megan even if I did think that she secretly wanted to be a part of his friend group. I'm pretty sure she put in an actual application.

"Weren't you just staring at me?"

Ugh! His voice. It made sense that someone with looks as good as his (I wasn't blind) would have a voice to match.

Was it wrong that I was secretly hoping that his voice would come out sounding like one of the chipmunks?

Ignoring my wandering thoughts yet again, I focused back on Archer.

"I wasn't staring." I protested, but it sounded like a lame excuse even to me. A blind man could tell that I had been staring at him, but I wasn't about to admit that to him now was I? I had my pride you know.

"What do you call it then?" he asked raising his eyebrow again.

"Not blinking." I countered quickly.

Archer shook his head and fixed those green eyes on me again.

"Then why were you 'not blinking' at me?"

I gave a frustrated sigh and suppressed rolling my eyes.

"Why do you care? You should be used to girls stari-" I stopped short realizing I had just almost admitted that I had been staring at him.

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