Jack P3
The urge to stand has come to me, but it was held by a slight instinct of someone behind
me. I turn around to see the image that was playing in my mind a few moments ago in the
hall, using her locker to cover her face but now, it this face is staring down to mine.
Kneeling down to mine, cause my urge to stand became hesitant and stopped immediately
after the very sight of her looking at me. I sort of do a awkward maneuver, so my head
could continue looking but still turn with my body a more appropriate position of gazing,
but enabling me to abruptly stand if needed and walk away.
...
"....So."
She hears me speak, but reacts slowly of removing her head away from my head and kneels on
the ground with both knees, sitting on top of her calves, placing her hands on top of her
thighs, letting her fingers twiddle with one another.
"....SO."
She puts her head down at the sound of my voice. She always did that when she felt
uncomfortable with me, or had no good pleasures in telling me something. Then she starts
doing this thing where she turns her head slightly upward enough to where you could see
all three sections of her face, but turns all of it to the left, to not stare at me
directly and I know she doesn't purposely do this but, it is hard to hear someone talking
away from you. But the thing is, when she does this ritual movement of her head it takes
her a while to to say absolutely nothing...cause she's uncomfortable.
"Look...Cristin I do not have time for this, why don't you ju-"
"Just give me a minute!"
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