Eudora felt a little awkward sitting in her English class once she realized that the man in her dreams was none other then Mr. Carrole. It felt weirdly intimate, like she had seen him naked or something. She kept finding herself staring at him, memorizing his features, and sometimes even absently doodling his likeness in her notebooks. Worse still is he seemed to feel her stare, and often turned to meet her eyes. There was that strange feeling, that searing heat in her chest whenever their gazes locked, and she struggled to tear her eyes away. He liked to pace through the classroom as he taught, when he came near her desk, her heart started to pound like she'd just sprinted across the football field. And sometimes he smiled at her, and she imagined that it was a knowing smile, that so
