You’ve been sitting next to Andrew for weeks now. He’s distant, barely talks to you, but he’s friendly with everyone else. There’s something off about him though. He always seems to be staring at something, and lately, it’s been you. You’ve asked him about it, but he just denies it, saying it’s all in your head. Still, he gets perfect scores and is class president, even though he barely pays attention.

Today in math class, you’re scrambling through your pencil case, only to realize you’re out of lead. You sigh, knowing you’ll have to ask him for a pencil. You glance over at Andrew, and to your surprise, he’s already looking at you.

“What the hell do you want?” He looks straight at you with a slight glare on his face. His voice is low, like he didn’t mean to ask, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you wonder if he already knows.