The stranger immediately fitted in with the class.
He had only been in here for a week yet he seemed to have smitten everyone---besides me. I always envied how people could click just easy as that while I--I'm a different story.
I try not to let it bother me as I flipped another page of my novel. I pause when a hand appears in front of my visage.
I look up and see the stranger with his hand out, trying to reach out to something. He flashes me a welcoming smile. "I'm pretty sure we met when it was pouring hard."
Tch. What's with him acting so friendly? And if he knew, then he should've said that to me the moment he arrived. I kept mum as I avert my gaze from him back to my book.
"Can't you accept a handshake?" he says teasingly.
He realizes my hostility and takes back his hand. "I guess you don't like me."
"Don't talk to me," I briefly mutter. It was better to cut it off. I don't need pity.
I
was expecting him to back away and start gossiping behind my back on how much of a bitch I was, but he instead took a seat in front me and chose to stare without saying anything.
It completely irked me and I looked at him. "Stop staring."
But he just gives me a plain expression and doesn't say anything which infuriates me. They should be the one getting worked up, not the other way around.
It seems that he wouldn't budge nor move. So I ignored him and let him stare at me.
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The Loyal Dog
Short StoryI was always alone. Then I found a stray dog, and took him in.
