"You're not wearing makeup today," he stated with a smirk, sitting next to me in psych like every other day. "Love it."
"I didn't have time to put it on," I lied, "woke up late."
In truth... I took his previous words into consideration and tried a day without makeup. Just to see how I felt.
"I see," was his response.
We were both silent for a moment, and I continued staring down at my notes numbly.
"You look nervous," he said not-so-calmly. "Is something wrong?"
I glanced over at him to find his familiar, dark smile. "What makes you say that?"
"You're tense," he responded.
"You determine I'm nervous just by being tense?" I said then, defensively. "What if I just have a headache?"
He just arched a brow.
I stared back down at my notes. "You were at the restaurant I was at last night. Don't think I didn't see you."
When I looked over at him, he was grinning. "Are you suggesting something?"
"Are you following me?" I pressed.
He chuckled. "Why would I follow you?"
"Maybe you're obsessed with me," I stated then, "maybe you want to kill me."
He then looked at me in amusement. "Kill you. Hmm... quite an accusation."
"You didn't deny it," I stated.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said then, voice dark. "That would defeat the point of this relationship."
"And define relationship," I said then.
"You know what I mean."
"I don't like you, Jase," I growled.
"Now who's lying?" he said with a smirk.
I then rephrased. "I don't trust you."
"And that's the truth," he said then, gazing over at me lazily. "Tell me, why are you so insistent of me being a murderer of some sort?"
I just pressed forward. "Are you stalking me?"
"I could ask you the same," he responded. "Everywhere I go. There you are."
I just thinned my lips. "What is your ultimate goal here? I don't understand."
"I like you."
"I think you're full of shit."
"I think I'm full of beauty," he responded coolly. "Now, tell me where this conversation is going."
I just growled and stared back down at my paper.
"You didn't answer my question before," he stated then, making me grip my pencil tightly. "Why are you tense?"
"I don't trust you. That's why."
"Mmm..." he responded, "no. You're worse than before. Which suggests something happened. Tell me... what happened?"
"Nothing," I lied then. "You just show everywhere I go and it's nerve-wracking."
He just watched me, quiet now.
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