He was creepy. Not.. scary creepy.. weirdo creepy.

He sat weirdly, his kees pulled to his chest always. He just stared and if he talked, it was in a flat tone.

And as if the Gods knew you had a slight disliking with him, you were parterned up with him for a project.

You headed to his dorm and knocked on the door, already getting the urge to leave.

The knob turned as he stood there as he openned the door. His creepy beady eyes stared at you, his eyebags evident and creepy.

God, why did he have to be sickly pale?

"Oh. Come in." His voice was flat and emotionless.. weird.