Before
The more she stared at the back of my head, the more I felt the need to stare right back at her.
But I couldn't.
Not yet.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe
Teen FictionMaybe it was the look you always had in your eye when you were in class that made me hate you. Maybe it was the way I watched her run from you with fear. Maybe I should've taken your advice, layered in sticky notes which decorated my locker. Maybe...
