(cover: outtakes )
He was watching me again
Staring at me from the back of the classroom
Everyday at 11:45 he reorganizes his pencil case; at 11:50 he fixes his papers; at 11:53, he stares at me.
I can always feel his eyes on the back of my neck. I know he observes my movements, he observes everything. I should feel paranoid, or violated but, I don't. He gives me a feeling of security.
Maybe I should try to befriend my watcher, if he even speaks. he never gets called on, he never gets in trouble, and he doesn't have any friends or acquaintances from what I know. how does he go so... unnoticed?
I don't even know his name.
