Jonathan knows, like most people do, that staring is rude—at any rate, but especially at the rate that he stares at you. It’s a rule of etiquette that he’s known for years and has done his best to be mindful of, yet all sensible thought slips his mind when it comes to you.

It’s been a recurring theme for the handful of months that he’s been in Lenora Hills. In the halls, from across the cafeteria—he’s watched you in a daze.

Even now, as he sits behind you in class.