(Lisa's POV)
The afternoon dragged on, classes blending into a blur. I couldn't shake the weird sensation from lunch. What was happening to me? The tingling had stopped, but the memory of that frozen moment lingered.
I tried to focus during math, but the numbers on the board swam together. My pencil hovered over my notebook while my mind replayed the cafeteria scene over and over. The frozen students. The humming sound. David not being frozen.
That part stuck with me the most.
In English class, the teacher asked a question about symbolism in some novel we were reading, and I realized everyone was staring at me.
"Lisa?" she repeated.
I blinked. "Uh… freedom?"
A few kids snickered. The teacher gave me a confused look before moving on.
Great. Now I looked like an idiot too.
Every once in a while I glanced down at my hands, half expecting that strange tingling to come back. But my fingers felt normal now. Just hands. Nothing magical. Nothing weird.
Which somehow made the whole thing feel even stranger.
When the final bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and joined the crew heading to the game. Tisha was hyped, chanting "Go, Tigers!" as we walked to the field. Susan was teasing Steven about his questionable fashion sense. David walked beside me, quieter than usual.
The late afternoon air was cool, and the stadium lights had already flickered on as students poured toward the bleachers. The energy around the field buzzed with excitement—music blasting from speakers, people laughing, the smell of popcorn and nachos floating through the air.
Tisha practically skipped ahead of us, waving a foam finger someone had handed her.
"We are *definitely* winning tonight," she declared loudly.
Steven rolled his eyes. "You said that last game too."
"And we *did* win," she shot back proudly.
Susan leaned closer to me. "Ignore them. They'll argue about sports until graduation."
As we found our seats, he turned to me. "You okay? You seemed... weird at lunch."
His voice was softer now, almost careful.
I shrugged, playing it cool. "Yeah, just a weird day."
David's eyes narrowed, like he didn't believe me. But he dropped it, focusing on the game.
The Tigers were down by a goal, and the crowd was getting restless. Steven shouted at the ref (it didn't help). Tisha danced with the cheerleaders. Susan was engrossed in some gossip on her phone.
The stadium lights cast long golden beams across the field, and the sound of drums from the student band pulsed through the stands. Every time the Tigers got close to the goal, the crowd rose to its feet, only to groan when the other team blocked the shot.
I tried to follow the game, but my attention kept drifting.
I was watching David – his focus on the game, his jaw clenched in concentration. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, eyes tracking every move on the field like it was the most important thing in the world.
He looked different like this. Intense. Focused.
And kind of… really attractive.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned, caught my eye...
My heart skipped. He smiled, just for a second.
The stadium noise faded. The world narrowed to him and me.
Then, a goal was scored. The crowd erupted. The spell broke.
David turned back to the game, clapping with the others. I sat there, replaying that glance. Did he feel it too?
The Tigers gained momentum after that. The crowd grew louder with every play, stomping their feet against the metal bleachers. Steven nearly lost his voice yelling. Tisha somehow ended up leading a chant with half the student section.
When the final whistle blew and the scoreboard showed the Tigers ahead, the entire stadium exploded with cheers.
After the game (Tigers won!), we headed to the locker room. I spotted David changing – shirt off, sweat dripping... Hot. 😅
His back was turned at first, muscles shifting as he pulled his jersey over his head. My brain immediately forgot how to function.
He turned, caught me staring. I spun around, mortified. Bye-bye, dignity.
Susan laughed, grabbing my arm. "Let's go! Don't want to keep David waiting..."
I shot her a "what" look. She just winked.
My face was probably the color of a tomato as she dragged me toward the exit hallway.
As we left, I heard a weird hum – like the one at lunch. Louder now. Closer.
What was happening?
(Lisa's POV)
The afternoon dragged on, classes blending into a blur. I couldn't shake the weird sensation from lunch. What was happening to me? The tingling had stopped, but the memory of that frozen moment lingered.
I tried to focus during math, but the numbers on the board swam together. My pencil hovered over my notebook while my mind replayed the cafeteria scene over and over. The frozen students. The humming sound. David not being frozen.
That part stuck with me the most.
In English class, the teacher asked a question about symbolism in some novel we were reading, and I realized everyone was staring at me.
"Lisa?" she repeated.
I blinked. "Uh… freedom?"
A few kids snickered. The teacher gave me a confused look before moving on.
Great. Now I looked like an idiot too.
Every once in a while I glanced down at my hands, half expecting that strange tingling to come back. But my fingers felt normal now. Just hands. Nothing magical. Nothing weird.
Which somehow made the whole thing feel even stranger.
When the final bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and joined the crew heading to the game. Tisha was hyped, chanting "Go, Tigers!" as we walked to the field. Susan was teasing Steven about his questionable fashion sense. David walked beside me, quieter than usual.
The late afternoon air was cool, and the stadium lights had already flickered on as students poured toward the bleachers. The energy around the field buzzed with excitement—music blasting from speakers, people laughing, the smell of popcorn and nachos floating through the air.
Tisha practically skipped ahead of us, waving a foam finger someone had handed her.
"We are *definitely* winning tonight," she declared loudly.
Steven rolled his eyes. "You said that last game too."
"And we *did* win," she shot back proudly.
Susan leaned closer to me. "Ignore them. They'll argue about sports until graduation."
As we found our seats, he turned to me. "You okay? You seemed... weird at lunch."
His voice was softer now, almost careful.
I shrugged, playing it cool. "Yeah, just a weird day."
David's eyes narrowed, like he didn't believe me. But he dropped it, focusing on the game.
The Tigers were down by a goal, and the crowd was getting restless. Steven shouted at the ref (it didn't help). Tisha danced with the cheerleaders. Susan was engrossed in some gossip on her phone.
The stadium lights cast long golden beams across the field, and the sound of drums from the student band pulsed through the stands. Every time the Tigers got close to the goal, the crowd rose to its feet, only to groan when the other team blocked the shot.
I tried to follow the game, but my attention kept drifting.
I was watching David – his focus on the game, his jaw clenched in concentration. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, eyes tracking every move on the field like it was the most important thing in the world.
He looked different like this. Intense. Focused.
And kind of… really attractive.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned, caught my eye...
My heart skipped. He smiled, just for a second.
The stadium noise faded. The world narrowed to him and me.
Then, a goal was scored. The crowd erupted. The spell broke.
David turned back to the game, clapping with the others. I sat there, replaying that glance. Did he feel it too?
The Tigers gained momentum after that. The crowd grew louder with every play, stomping their feet against the metal bleachers. Steven nearly lost his voice yelling. Tisha somehow ended up leading a chant with half the student section.
When the final whistle blew and the scoreboard showed the Tigers ahead, the entire stadium exploded with cheers.
After the game (Tigers won!), we headed to the locker room. I spotted David changing – shirt off, sweat dripping... Hot. 😅
His back was turned at first, muscles shifting as he pulled his jersey over his head. My brain immediately forgot how to function.
He turned, caught me staring. I spun around, mortified. Bye-bye, dignity.
Susan laughed, grabbing my arm. "Let's go! Don't want to keep David waiting..."
I shot her a "what" look. She just winked.
My face was probably the color of a tomato as she dragged me toward the exit hallway.
As we left, I heard a weird hum – like the one at lunch. Louder now. Closer.
What was happening?