𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 | 18+

6| Butterfly

Eva's pov

The drunk guy stumbled toward me, his eyes glazed over and his movements uncoordinated.
He reached out and grasped my waist once more, his grip a little too tight. I pushed him away.

I was confused as i looked around, bewildered that the drunken guy had seemingly vanished into thin air. I had expected to see him nearby, maybe stumbling away drunkenly, but there was no sign of him anywhere.

I shrugged off the bizarre encounter and returned to enjoying the party. The music was pounding and the lights were flashing, and I didn't want to waste my time thinking about some random drunk guy who had suddenly disappeared.

as the night wore on, I realized that it was getting late. I had a big day ahead of her tomorrow, with classes to attend at university. So, I decided it was time to call it a night.

After arriving home, I quickly took care of my nighttime routine and changed into comfortable pajamas. As I climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's events, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep, restorative sleep.

As I walked through the halls of the university, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, their eyes lingering for just a little too long as whispers followed me wherever I went. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was happening, and nobody seemed willing to clue me in.

Luckily, I made my way into my first class of the day and was greeted by a familiar face. My friend Serena was already seated in her usual seat, and she waved me over to sit next to her.

After slogging through yet another draining class, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that it was time for lunch. I headed towards the cafeteria with Serena, the enticing smells of food wafting through the air.

Once we settled down with our food, I leaned over to Serena and whispered, "Hey, have you noticed anything weird going on today? People keep staring at me like I've grown a second head or something."

Serena nearly choked on her food as she laughed. "Yeah, I haven't noticed anything weird," she said humorously. "Maybe you're just more attractive today than usual."

I rolled my eyes playfully at Serena's comment, but my mind was still preoccupied by the strange stares and whispers that had been following me all day. Whatever it was, it bothered me that nobody would tell me what was going on.

"Seriously, though," I said, returning to my food. "It's like everyone is in on some secret, but they won't tell me. It's getting really annoying."

Just as I was about to delve further into my frustrations, our friend Mark walked up to our table. "Hey, fellas," he greeted us with a friendly smile.

Mark returned my smile with a cheerful grin. "Not much, just grabbing some lunch," he replied. "You guys seem to be in deep conversation over here. Anything interesting?"

Mark listened intently as I told him about the strange looks I had been receiving all day. As I spoke, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "That's weird," he said, his tone reflective. "Why do you think people are looking at you like that?"

I shrugged helplessly, frustration evident in my expression. "Exactly, I have no idea," I replied. "But it's starting to grate on my nerves. Everyone is acting so weird, but no one will tell me why."

Leave it , wanna join lunch ? i asked
Mark shrugged and grabbed a chair. "Sure, I'll join you guys," he said, settling in at our table. "I could use a break from all the studying."

we engaged in friendly banter as we ate our lunch, the topic of the strange looks quickly forgotten for the time being. As we finished our food, I was grateful for the distraction from the odd behavior of my fellow students.