Hear Me

People watch as Stephen walks beside me.

Giving me a ride to school was enough of a nuisance.

I turn to go to my locker.

I don't expect him to follow me.

I ask him what he wants with me.

Because I really want nothing to do with him.

He shrugs, saying something about wanting to be my friend.

I don't need friends.

I tell him I'm not looking for friendship.

I'm looking for solitude.

He leans closer and tells me I can't be alone forever.

That's what he thinks.

I flatly remind him how I've been alone for the past three years.

I can definitely handle the rest of forever.

He tells me that I sound upset about that fact.

So now he's a stalker and an expert.

I pray to the God, that I don't believe in, that he's not right about me.