Alexander glances at the short boy two rows in front of him. He’d seemed unfocused since Alexander saw him this morning, and it hadn’t gotten any better in the hour-long period where they’d been apart. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed on any other day, but Nolan, unfortunately, sat directly in his line of sight for both the classes they had together every Monday.
A nudge on his shoulder draws Alexander’s attention from Nolan. His eyes linger for a moment, still pondering over Nolan’s behavior, before turning his head towards the male on his left.
“You pining over Broody McDark-hair again, Alex?” he whispers to Alexander.
“I’m not pining over anyone, Logan. He’s been acting weird all day.”
“All day, as in you’ve been watching him this whole entire morning? Sounds like a love-sick stalker, buddy.”
Alexander scowls. “I’m not a stalker. He’s just acting differently. I don’t like it.”
“But you are love-sick?”
“Do you boys have something to say to the class, Mr. Brooks, Mr. Wilson?” Alexander’s head snaps up the same time Nolan’s does. Nolan twists himself all the way around in his chair to stare up at the blond and his obvious discomfort at being called out.
“No, Mrs. Smith,” Logan says, covering for the both of them. “We’re sorry.”