"you're a fucking creep," she said. my eyes were transfixed on her mouth, her lips slapping to the rhythm of her watermelon gum
"why," I said. I wasn't even a question, it came out in a robot's voice
"because only a creep would just stand there and stare at me. I can see out of the corner of my eyes, you dipshit."
her eyes were harsh, daring. she was daring me not out of fearlessness but out of her own self worth. her eyes were steady but her hands were shaking
I was dangerous
"If you don't knock it off I will call the police." she looked away. she was afraid I wouldn't budge
"Nice shoes," I said and walked away
