Unhealthy

I felt my stomach fill with nervous butterflies as I watched him from across the room. He was slouching in his seat, his beanie low on his head. He had his arms folded over his chest with his feet propped up on the bottom shelf of the desk in front of him. I kept staring at him from the corner of my eyes.

My eyes quickly darted to look at him when I saw movement. He stretched his right arm quickly before placing his chin on his right palm. He had a bored expression on his face. I gulped when he took his palm off his chin and leaned his elbow on his desk. He stuck the tip of his index finger in his mouth between his plump lips. And honestly, I almost died right there.

I pinched my arm to bring me back to reality. This was not good. This was not good for me. If this keeps up, I'm going to die from a heart attack. The littlest things he did had my heart racing a 100 miles an hour. He was not good. He was not good for my health at all.