Hear Me

Stephen sits next to me in chemistry.

I didn't even know he was in this class.

People keep glancing at us.

Today's going to be horrible.

I glare at him and tell him to move to another seat.

I hate this attention.

He tells me that he's comfortable where he is.

Bullshit.

I keep glaring at him, but say no more.

I've done enough talking.

After minutes of silence he asks what he did wrong.

He sounds worried

He has no reason to worry about me, no one else does.