it was eighty degrees and it was only seven in the morning.
I was standing at the bus stop, in a simmering mood. my car was at the shop, mom was too busy popping prozac to give me a ride to school, and my make up.
my makeup. was. smearing
and then I heard him walking up the sidewalk behind me, and my mood dropped into a ditch.
I turned away instantly as he slowed to a stop, but I could feel his eyes. glaring into me. I'd ignored him for so long, and yet he still didn't get the hint. we'd never be friends. there was no point in trying to make me feel guilty. no point in hating me when I was no longer supposed to care.
after a couple of minutes I couldn't take it any longer.
"you're a fucking creep." my anger was building.
"why?"
"because only a creep would just stand there and stare at me. I can see out of the corner of my eyes, you dipshit."
I was shaking I was so angry, and the smirk that was growing on his face was only pushing me further.
"if you don't knock it off, I will call the police."
as soon as I said it I knew I had gone too far. I couldn't even look at him.
when I did, I caught a glimpse of his eyes watering up but he smiled it away. "nice shoes" he said. as the bus rolled up he started back for his house.
