I could feel him glancing my way every now and then.
It was making me feel nervous. But at the same time anxious and annoyed. Annoyed because who wouldn’t feel the same way?
The cafeteria continues to gro in murmurs, volume rising with each passing second.
And as my hair repeatedly gets ticked off by the eyes looking my way from across the room, I stiffly take a bite from my sandwich. Im chewing on it like i'm kneading a dough. He’s making me feel frustrated and uneasy.
He should stop staring.
Lucas should stop staring.
This would have been a little bit easier if Lara was here with me now.
I would have used her as a distraction from the stares drilling the side of my head.
Does he have something to add to his previous statement?
I chew on my sandwich, cursing him in cursiv
