That boy next door is extremely obsessive,
and quite interesting. He skates in front of my house for hours every day, when I go out there, he looks at me. Sometimes he shoots me a scathing glace, other times curious, but most of the time with a blank expresion that I can’t read. He never says anything to me, no matter how close we are, just looks at me. He doesn’t look at my body like most boys, but he looks at my face and my eyes. When he isn’t looking at me I stare at his flawless face and red brown hair. Why won’t this boy get out of my head?