Chapter 83: Chapter Eighty-Two: The Watermelon

"Mark, are you sure he's not staring at me?" 

Even Emily had lost count of exactly how many times she had already asked that question in the last twenty minutes.

She clearly heard the sigh that escaped her brother's lips as he replied from somewhere behind her.

"No, Em. He's not staring at you. He can neither see us nor can hear us. He's just concentrating on the digital screen of computer that's not visible to you." 

Even though he sounded so calm and collected, she just knew that he was about to blow up.

And for the first time, she was ready to agree that she had actually irritated Mark to the verge of insanity.

Not her fault though. She still was determined that the boy sitting on the floor of the gym had been staring at her and he was probably enjoying seeing her failing to do even normal exercises.