I tried to control my erratic breathing, seeing Mike at the clearing. I thought about the ominous feeling of being watched, and I pinned it as Mike following me like a creep. It was mildly unsettling.
“Quit glaring,” he snapped at me.
I pushed forward, and soon a foot from him. “I will do so when you stop being a creep,” I shot back.
He gave me one of his icy looks. Apparently, he thought I was being slightly ridiculous about this, or maybe childish and it annoyed me.
“How so?” He asked calmly, stepping away from me, and looking into the deep of the forest.
I gritted my teeth together, as I followed hot after him. “You literally just sprang up from me out of nowhere. I think that’s a solid reason to call you a creep,” I shouted at him.
He said nothing. He lowered himself to the gro
