paranoid

that's what they're calling me isn't it

i'm not crazy

i know he's there

he's watching me

i can feel his eyes on the back of my neck

i glanced around, checking my surroundings for the fifth time that minute. pj gave me a look.

"what are you looking for?"

i shook my head.

"i don't know. a boy, on their phone, maybe."

"oh."

i turned back to him. he was biting his lip nervously. i frowned.

"what's wrong?"

"i'm not saying i don't believe you," he said quickly. "but maybe you should just... try to relax a bit."

i shook my head, scowling. "whatever."

i turned to walk away, promptly running into a boy. he was shorter than me, and wearing all white. there was brown hair in his eyes. he smiled at me.

"hi," he said softly. "terribly sorry, i'm such a klutz." he giggled again.

"it's fine," i said roughly. "it's my fault." i moved to walk past him.

"oh, wait!" he said quickly. he met my eyes. "i'm so sorry to hear about your girlfriend."

he was smiling. he didn't look very sorry.

he nodded his head, and ran off.

odd.