Girlfriend Stares At Me Novels & Stories

When she noticed me staring at her she glances at me. "I just find you beautiful," I replied. I know this girl is brainy as well. She won't read books all day if she isn't one I guess. She didn't bother to look at me again so I leave him and went upstairs. I stopped midway when I saw Ciarra on the other end, staring and glaring at me. She is holding a glass of water. I think she just walked out of the studio where Peter and his bandmates were rehearsing. She didn't talk but she didn't tear her eyes off at me. I was the one who broke our eye contact. The wide staircase becomes narrow as I was meeting her way. She didn't move and waited for me to come and pass her way.

As I was gazing at her dreamily she suddenly said "It's rude to stare at someone." "But that someone is my girlfriend." I replied back. "So what you can stare at her without her permission?" she asked raising her brow at me. "Now I have to ask for her permission." I stated amusingly. "Of course." she said playfully. "Can I stare at you bellisima?" I asked her gently. "No." she said blushing red hue covering her cheeks. "Like I will listen to you." I replied sarcastically. "Shut up Josh." she said ducking her head down.

She looks back at him and nods, seeing him smiling at her. Wiping her eyes, she then turns towards me. "Who is this?" I put a stray strand behind my ear awkwardly when I realize all three of them staring directly at me. Before I could answer, the girl proceeds. "Oh, my god! Is she your girlfriend?" She asks, looking back at Christopher in shock. Christopher gives me an awkward smile and scratches the back of his head, looking embarrassed. Damn! Is he blushing? If so, then it's kind of cute because I've never seen him blush before.

"Wait, isn't she a Valley girl?" Unfortunately, my mango seltzer wasn't doing much of anything for me, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Your girlfriend is here." Stacy whispered quietly into my ear, and I turned around to glare at her. "Stop it." I warned, which made her giggle. I watched her as she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me, desperately trying to stop thinking about the technicalities of our friendship.

Few minutes later the meeting wrapped up with everyone tossing their paper cups into the recycling bin and drifting into tiny groups, still talking about labels, crushes, pronouns, and how exhausting it is to exist as a walking G****e search for “Queer 101.” I lingered beside the table, pretending to clean up but actually listening to Sienna laugh across the room. My girlfriend had this very specific laugh, bright, like she wasn’t even trying. It made the air feel warm. She caught me staring and mouthed, “What?” I mouthed back, “Nothing.” She rolled her eyes like she didn’t believe me fair, I almost never mean nothing and she walked over. “You were staring,” she said. “I stare at many things

I wonder if there was something on my face or am I looking weird? Felicia told me countless times that their stares was because of my beautiful look. But still I was feeling nervous. My mind went to Jones. He isn't standing far away from me. More like a bit close. I expected him to be far away but he isn't. I sipped my drink as my eyes met Vikky's. She is staring dead at me with anger. What's up with these girls? Seriously if eyes could kill, I would be far gone away from planet Earth. I sipped my drink again, averting my eyes from her.

I shoot him a look. “What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes playfully. He chuckles, leaning back with a grin. “When has it been a crime to stare at one’s girlfriend?” he asks, and I roll my eyes, grabbing the menu, its glossy cover cool under my fingers. I bury my face in it, pretending to be engrossed, though I can feel his gaze piercing through. “You need to stop—you’re creeping me out.” I lower the menu just enough to catch his gaze. He only shrugs, throwing his hands up in playful surrender.

She was now just staring at her food, never looking at me. Hana was stealing glances at the couple at the following table once more. I thought she was staring at the guy, but when I noticed the pretty girl was also stealing glances at my baby sister, my gaydar flared up. I noticed the assistant manager talking to the pretty girl and her boyfriend, after which the couple nodded and proceeded to the stage. Hana's gaze followed the beautiful girl wherever she went. The pretty girl is also looking at Hana, then at her boyfriend.

Amy eyes me carefully like she’s trying to figure out if I’m weird or just socially unfortunate. Well, probably both. “I know you,” I blurt out nervously. “From Country Girl. You’re... you’re gorgeous on screen but even prettier in person.” Fangirling. That's the perfect strategy to make this interaction less awkward. Her expression softens just slightly, meaning it's working. “Thanks?” she says, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “You almost freaked me out with the staring, though.” “I know,” I cringe. “I’m really sorry.”

Arguing with a girl was one of my least favorite things to do so it would be pointless to dwell further. With a sigh, I stared at her crystal blue eyes that I weirdly find hypnotizing at the moment. But again, my frown found its way back on my lips as I saw she was teary eyed but what for? I'd hope it wasn't about my busybody attitude but her eyes were trained in a different direction. Curiosity got the best of me so I turned around to see what she was looking at. Oh. OH! She was looking at Craig and Shelly making out by the lockers but was Craig her boyfriend?