Brandon
That evening after dinner, I could see Rachel's eyes stealing glances at me. I knew why she was doing all that but I decided to be oblivious of her attitude. However, to an extent, I became tired of it.
"Can you stop it already?" I said rhetorically, rolling my eyes.
"Huh?" She let out a whisper.
"I said stop," I repeated, and looked at her, coldly.
"Stop what?" She muttered, taking her timid eyes down.
I sighed deeply and rubbed my hair backwards. "You keep staring at me. Just stop already."
"Oh, sorry," She whispered. "I didn't mean to stare."
"Why are you doing that?" I asked, thinking that she would at least tell me the reason.
"Why am I doing that?" She directed my question to me. She looked at me perplexed and shocked.
"Yes!" I replied, frustrated already.
"No rea
