This Is (Unfortunately)ME

6/26/2019

*sips overly sweet coffee* I'm feeling inspired lil bitch, check it

SHORT STORY TIME

She's staring at me.

No blinking, no glimpsing. Straight up staring at me.

I've looked up a few times to catch her either surveying my face or scanning my whole body.

It was making me severely anxious and nervous. I don't know whether to be flattered or to be disgusted that she is acting like a creeper.

I peeked at her out the corner of my eye. Yep. Still looking. I was so close to losing my temper and going off on her. I know I'm sexy but you don't have to stare.

"A picture lasts longer bitch." I mumbled.

I tried to focus on my work after that. I heard movement and whispering. I could still feel her eyes on me though. I felt a gust of wind on my right ear, looked up, and jumped six feet high.

"Why the fuck you so damn close to me?" I asked softly trying not to draw attention.

She shrugged. "You looked like you had some to say to me."

"Me? I don't have shit to say. You must have something to get off your chest seeing as you been eyeing me like an eagle all day."

"Hawk."

"What?" She was really started to piss me off.

"The expression is eyeing like a hawk. Not an eagle."

I rolled my eyes. She was lucky she was cute or else these interesting factoids would be the opposite of attractive.

"Hawk. Eagle. Same damn thing."

"Actually they are quite different seeing as depending on the region an eagle has a wider wing span-"

I put my hand over her mouth to shut her up for two seconds. "I know they are different. J-just back up a little you too damn close and it's making me nervous."

Her eyebrows went up and then I felt a warm wet feeling on the palm of my hand. Ew. Did this bitch lick me?

"Eww you just licked me! What the fuck?" I harshly whispered.

"I make you nervous?"

She broke out into this cute almost boyish grin. I guess sense she's a girl it would be more girlish- whatever I'm rambling.

"You didn't have to lick me you freak." I said wiping off my hand.

Her grin turned into a sly smirk but went back just as quick as it came.

"You like it."

I kind of did..but she didn't have to know that.

"Whatever."

We got quiet again. I glanced her way. She was staring, again.

I dropped my pencil and sighed. I can't focus on my school work if she won't return my fucking face.

"Can I help you?" I put extra attitude in my tone and put both hands under my chin. She obviously wants my undivided attention.

"What's your name?"

Really nigga? All this for my name? You could have passed me a fucking note or something instead of getting in my personal space and staring a whole in my head, fucking creeper.