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Maybe he works here and that’s why he’s lingering, but it wouldn’t explain why he won’t stop staring at e way to flirt But sadly, I’e So the entire time I browse the store I force myself to seem unaffected, when in reality, I’m very affected I can feel his stare with every step I take Stares shouldn’t have weight, but knowing his eyes are on me makes my steps feel heavier It even makes my stomach feel heavier
I’ve already looked at everything in the store, but I don’t want to check out yet and leave because I’ame too much
I attend a very small public school in a very senerous There is an average of twenty kids in each grade Not class Grade
My entire senior class consists of twenty-two students Twelve girls and ten guys Eight of those ten guys have been in class withfield quite a bit It’s hard to find someone attractive that you’ve spent almost every day of your life with since you were five years old
But I have no idea who this guy is that’s made me the center of his attention Which means I’m already more attracted to him than any person in my entire school, simply because I don’t know him
I pause on an aisle that’s clearly visible fro and I pretend to be interested in one of the signs displayed on the shelf It’s an old white sign with the word SHAFT written on it and an arrow pointing to the right It n that looks to be froas station It says LUBRICANT It ns together or if it was randoh n collection for h
The little boy who has been browsing the store with hisa couple of feet away from me now He looks to be about four or five years old The sae as my little brother, Moby His mother has told hi, but he picks up the glass pig sitting on the shelf in front of us Why are kids so drawn to fragile things? His eyes are bright as he inspects it I appreciate that his curiosity ishis mother’s orders “Mom, can I have this?”
His azines She doesn’t even turn around to look at what he’s holding She just says, “No”
The boy’s eyes di back on the shelf But his little hands furasp, shattering at his feet
“Don’thi up the pieces
His mother plucks him up and sets hilass “I told you not to touch anything, Nate!”
I glance over at the little boy and he’s staring at the broken glass like he just lost his best friend His mother presses her hand to her forehead like she’s exhausted and frustrated, and then bends down and starts helping me pick up the pieces
“He didn’t do it,” I say to her “I’m the one who broke it”
The woman looks back at her little boy and her little boy looks at me like he doesn’t know if this is a test I wink at him before she turns back around and I say, “I didn’t see hi there I bumped into him and dropped it”
She looks surprised, andher son did it “Oh,” she says She continues to help lass The ister when I walked in appears out of nowhere with a broom and a dustpan
“I’ll take it fron on the wall that reads YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT
The woman takes her little boy’s hand and walks away The little boy glances over his shoulder and s the blame so worth it I return my attention to the man with the broom “How much was it?”