❝frisson.❞ (n.)
a shiver of pleasure.

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English class was going on and I am not paying any attention to what Mr. Bosco was babbling about. Instead of, I was paying attention to the girl who seated two rows at front to the left of me.

Tara.

She let out a chuckle at whatever her friend said, the chuckle eventually turn in to a smile. As she smiles, my heart fluttered followed by shiver of pleasure through my spine.

"Stop staring." my best friend hissed beside me.

"W...What?" I asked, a little confused.

"I said stop staring."

"I am not staring."I lied, averting my gaze to Mr. Bosco, after realizing what my friend meant.

"You were." He pressed.

"No, I was not."

"You totally were."

"No. I was not staring."

"Dude you were and had been staring at her everyday, since she had complimented you, that you have drawn the masterpiece ten years ago."