She glances back over her shoulder, only to see him still trailing behind like a LOST PUPPY – gross. A huff falls from PURSED lips — oh, if looks could kill, she’d have COMMITTED MURDER. “Are you following me now, FREAKAZOID ?? What a stalker.”
HE’S BEEN ACCUSED OF many things before, but never of being a stalker (let alone had anyone insult him like that). he furrows his brows together, pulling at the strap of his backpack. “ kitty we... we’re literally in the same biology class”.