16. The Stare

With a determined mind, I walked faster towards Flint. I think he’s still oblivious of my presence. He’s busy talking and laughing with his friends, who, by the way, are unfamiliar. But what the hell, I'm determined here. This needs to stop.

I could feel Sean still tailing me. I didn't ask him to be here, but he's still here. Well, at least I did not force him to be here.

I stood in front of Flint and his friends. When he saw me, I saw him suppressing a grin. His friends, on the other hand, are looking and checking on me. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly looked back at him.

He looked at me with that usual facial expression he always wears whenever he's looking at me. I'm not an expert at knowing what kind of looks they are, so I just shrugged it off my mind.

"May I speak with you?" I asked, directing it to Flint. I don't want his friends to think they're involved or something. I need to speak to him in private because I know I'm not capable of talking to a lot of pe