Before I could respond, he spoke again, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “If you like me, you’ve got a very odd way of showing it. That psychopathic stare you give me, you stare and never blink, it’s creepy.”
My stomach dropped. Like me? I didn’t like him.
I blinked, stunned. “Like you?” I sputtered, my voice rising. “Where did you get that idea?”
He raised an eyebrow, resuming his reps like I was barely worth his attention. “Why else do you keep staring? Keep doing things to get my attention?”
“I don’t like you,” I said quickly. “I’m not—” I stopped. It sounded weak even to me.
I want to kill you, you sick bastard.
“Everyone in the school’s calling you my fan girl, my stalker. They can all see your obsession with me, Kitten. You’re going to get yourself in trouble with that s
