Him

About a boy who sat next to me.

I feel him next to me, he starring at me, smilimg at me.

Do I have something on me that is making him stare?

I take out my and check but no there is nothing on me.

But he just keeps staring watching my every movement.

Am I some sort of prey to him?

Is he judging who I am?

Am I fun to watch?

Is he making fun of me?

I look at him about to say something.

But he did something cute...Yet surprising...

He blushed and looked away. I blushed too and looked down at my poem book.

Writing what I just saw...

Author's Note

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