"Hey, you!" I called out and strode toward her.
She saw me and started to walk away. But I caught up to her quickly. I grabbed her wrist before she could get away.
"Wha...what?" she asked nervously.
"Why were you staring at me?" I asked gruffly.
"I wasn't," she denied. Liar.
"And stop following me around. It's annoying," I said.
"Okay. Let go of me so I can leave," she said.
I let go of her hand immediately. The last thing I need is people thinking I'm the one harassing her.
"I didn't follow you here. I like to study outside, that's all," she insisted.
Right...
"Whatever, I'm leaving," I said.
"I'll walk with you!" she chirped and started walking alongside me. So much for not following me around.
The next few days were the same. I couldn't seem to shake her off. She brought me
