I sighed and turned away.
I found myself looking from the corner of my eye.
I bit my chapped lips and went to work.
I found myself glancing.
I swear, you're intoxicating.
I see myself smiling.
Why is it hard to ignore the sound of your voice?
I see myself grinning like the idiot I am.
Is it sad the one question triggered it?
I see myself shaking the pages of the math book our group is suppose to share.
Why must you do this to me?
I feel my nerves acting up.
I'm pretty sure you don't know my name.
I feel my throat losing its moisture.
Is it pathetic that it happened when you talked to me indirectly?
I feel my paranoia rising when you laugh and look my way.
All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
...Um....
SHUT UP!
