Girlfriend Stares At Me Novels & Stories

Curiously, I moved my gaze and noticed his girlfriend was with him, she was giggling happily while talking to him, but his eyes were fixed on me. I felt aches in my heart as I watched her cling to him, but he fixed his eyes on me and refused to look away. His girlfriend took notice of it and looked my way with an angry and irritated look. Quickly, I shifted my gaze from them and slowly took a sip of my coffee. “You can do this.'' I murmured to myself and kept on taking sips of my coffee, not minding he was a few tables away from me and his gazes were still on me.

a girl from the crowd says. I look over and the crowd clears to reveal the same girl that was staring at me and Xavier across the room. Rage fills me as she looks at me with a smirk.

What? The three of them looked at me. They glared at me. I averted my gaze as the other raised an eyebrow at me. I can't really used to this. I'll never be able to get used to the way they look at me. I despise feeling this way. I felt completely helpless. But I couldn't help myself. "Sister in-law?" "She is my twin's girlfriend, yes." Girlfriend? Who? Me? Whom? "Whose girlfriend is she?"

There was just this calmness on her face that brought a different kind of calm to my heart. God! I'll fight to the ends of the earth if it means me keeping this girl. “You're staring too hard.” How did she know I was staring? Wow… “You're probably wondering how I knew you were staring. I could literally feel the holes boring into my skin from your gaze.” I stared at her with a raised eyebrow. “Wow. Should I give you a wand?” She let out a short hearty laugh, spared me a glance and turned her head back to the TV.

I ignored her and threw my gaze at the couple who had their hands at eachother, still laughing and smiling. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ann take down her hand, looking around in shame. Still, I didn't flinch. My focus remained on the couple. The man suddenly got a call and excused himself, leaving the innocent girl all alone. She smiled, gazing around. In that instance, her gaze met mine. I should have looked away but I didn't. She must have known who I was because she quickly looked away in fear. A few seconds later, she slowly threw her gaze at me and was obviously surprised to find me still staring at her.

I sighed after taking a shot and had noticed a girl staring at me from my corner. Taking one glance at her before puffing my cigarette. I’d sworn not to look at her the second time but I could feel her gaze on me, almost like she was piercing through me with her eyes. I took another glance. This time, taking my time to suck in a few details. Her shirt was too white to ignore, yet rough. She'd knotted the edges of her shirt which left her navel naked. Her Jeans were short, barely covering half of her thighs. Her dark, brown hair looked a mess, covering her face slightly. I knew I’d been staring for too long but I just couldn't help it. Lucky for me, She was staring right back too. She slowly

My coworker, Rita chuckles behind me and I tear my eyes from the couple to look at her. With a smile on my face, I say, "Of course. Just making sure my friend is fine. And you? You've been watching me all day?" I crease my brows and she's quick to avert her gaze, staring down at her shoes. "It's alright. I understand if you stare, no one can resist this hotness anyway. " I gesture to my body and she lifts her head with a snort, saying, "Please, you're nowhere near being hot. "

, "No, no, let me guess. Did she trip and 'accidentally' fall into your arms today? Or did she conveniently forget how to play the chords just so you could hold her hands and 'teach' her?" "She's just a friend, Kiyara." "Oh, of course. Just a friend.Just a friend who stares at you like a starving hyena looking at a fresh piece of meat., Raghav, sweetheart, have you seen the way she looks at me? If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under by now." "She's not that bad." "Oh really? So it's completely normal for a 'friend' to throw death glares at your girlfriend? To pretend I don't exist? To laugh a little too hard at your dad jokes and touch your arm every five seconds?"

London. “Oh my Goodness, Britney,” my best friend, Jane, gushed by my side, realized the guy I’d been staring at finally turned to give me a not so quick glance. “He’s looking at you. Oh my God, he’s walking over here!” “No way,” I shook my head refusing to look in his direction. “He cannot. And how do you know I’ve been staring at him?”

That particular kind of stare that is meant to make you uncomfortable. I looked. Tiffany was three lockers down with her whole group. All of them standing there, arms folded, eyes fixed on me. Tiffany's face was hard. She was not blinking. She was not pretending to do anything else. She just stared at me like I owed her something. I looked at her for two seconds. Then I went back to my books. Maya got to me fast. She came from the direction of the stairs and stopped at my shoulder. "Okay what did you do to them in their dreams?" Maya said. She was looking at Tiffany's group. "Why are they staring at you like you stole from them?"