She Keeps Staring At Me Novels & Stories

she says, staring at me without blinking, eyes wide. I’m sure I look stupid right now.

She looks so beautiful I couldnt stop admiring her She looks so stunning Words cant just describe her Hello; she said when we got to where I was I didn’t even know she has gotten to where I was I just keep admiring her Why do you keep staring at me? She asked suddenly Ohh my God, she really caught me staring at her I feel so shy to reply her What should I say?? . . . To be continued

“That’s not true. Just sometimes. I don’t daydream often. That’s a waste of time in life.” “Telling me my life is a waste. Thanks. I appreciate it with all my whole heart. I truly do.” “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just saying-” “Shush. The show is starting. I don’t want to hear another peep from you.” Concentrated. She looks concentrated. Would I say it was my first time seeing this? Not really, more like a second time. “If you keep staring at me, I’m going to stab your eyeballs out. And I mean it,” She says without even looking at me. I look straight ahead, pretending as nothing happened.

"Is s-something wrong?" "You stutter when I stare at you." I stared harder, mainly because I liked to stare at nice things, so what? Her face was interesting, completely free of makeup except for that damn chapstick and a bit of mascara. Hell, I probably wore more makeup performing than she'd ever worn in her entire life. "Zane?" Her Counting Crows gray shirt rose over her narrow hips, exposing some flesh. "What's going on?" I took a step toward her. She backed up.

No, she's older…and prettier. Those pair of blue eyes staring at me with both lust and hunger, I didn't see that at first. I only saw my pretty friend, asking me a question and staring like she usually does. Her hands on my lap, I had a very strange feeling. I tried to convince myself that I was just being paranoid because of what I heard about them earlier and my strange new feeling… “Will you stop staring at me like that?” “No.” She shook her head, retaining her stare. “Your face doesn't tell me to stop.”

She must’ve noticed that I was staring. “Is there something on my face?” She asked. I immediately shook my head and apologized. “I’m sorry for staring. It’s just… You’re very pretty.” I said. I heard her giggle. I looked up and met her gaze. There was something familiar with how her eyes looked. It’s like I’ve seen them before but I can’t seem to remember.

Her eyes stay locked on mine. She is joking, right?

Still, I could feel her eyes on me, tracing my every move. I stopped in front of the mirror, adjusting my hair, pretending not to notice. But I did. I could feel her stare, sharp and judgmental. “Do you have something to say?” I asked, my voice low. She immediately looked away. “No… nothing,” she mumbled, avoiding my gaze. “Then stop staring. It’s weird,” I growled, my patience thinning. I waited a few tense moments until I was sure she wasn’t looking.

she says finally, sipping her drink. I swim toward her slowly, watching her over the surface of the water. When I reach the edge, I swing my head slightly, droplets of water drop from my hair, trailing down my face and neck. Her eyes lowers to my chest, and she licks her lips unconsciously for a second before snapping back up. “You’re staring,” I murmur. “I am not.” “You are.” I insist, I'm sure I caught her staring. I lean closer. “You don't have to pretend to me anymore, it doesn't matter what it is, I'll always take care of it.”

Her gaze locked onto someone. I followed her eyes. Garbie. Keilah’s gaze flickered away, shifting to the celebrating crowd. Their joy only seemed to make her feel smaller. Then, as if something pulled her, she looked straight ahead— ‘straight at me.’ Her eyes went wide. I froze. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Then, just as quickly, she turned away—then back at me—then away again, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. Just as I couldn’t believe mine.