Free Falling

We were locked in a stare down. Something told me to stand my ground. But I couldn't help but feel like he carried himself as if he was in charge. No one really paid attention to me. For him to act as if he could speak to me as if he owned me, angered me. Breaking the eye contact, I spoke up. "Don't look at me that way. It's very weird."

His golden eyebrows were drawn in, furrowing his eyes. Shaking his head he mumbles something non-repeatable "Are you trying to tell me something?" He laughs with twisted humor.

He was the very second person to bring out the very worst in me.