With my head throbbing, I walk to work.
I lift my head and immediately see those blue eyes again. He is staring at me again. I glare at him like before, but his lips has a ghost of a smile. However, he seems a bit distracted. I just want him to stop looking at me.
When Blue (because he has blue eyes) passes me, he gently grabs my elbow. I hate it when people touch me, especially a stranger. I stop with my eyes wide with anger. I face Blue with my eyes narrowed and my nose flaring. I already hate this guy.
Blue is smiling with bright eyes, and all I wanted to do is gag. I yank my elbow from his gasp, causing his happiness morph into confusion. I feel like throwing up on the fake innocence written across his face. I glare at him once before hissing.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me again, Blue."
Shit, I called him Blue.
