watch everything go

storm

For a third day in a row. Sean Hayes insisted.

This time, I was putting my books away in my locker.

He leaned against the locker next to mine. And stared.

I stared back.

His eyes. An electric shade of gray, stormy and wild.

I blinked and broke eye contact.

"Can I help you?"

I pretended to be busy.

I just wanted him to leave.

"Just tell me."

"I already told you."

"No you didn't."

Sean looked at me confused.

"I told you I wouldn't tell you."

Seeing that he wasn't planning on leaving, I did. Closed my locker and turned away from him.

Away from the stormy gray eyed boy who wouldn't give up.