I go through the doors of the fourth building, aiming for the bathroom but instead, I continue into the corridor next to the library and sit opposite and diagonally from this girl who always intrigues me the his appearance, the way he behaves. Every day I see her sitting alone. It's only seven thirteen and I know her friends will join her soon; I remain seated in front of her. Every day my curiosity grows. I see her all day and know next to nothing about her. She sits alone most of the time, with an almost disconsolate expression on her face. Alone now, I know he sees me. His eyes flick up to me as I sit, then back to stare at a random spot on the floor, the wall, wherever. Part of me wants to think she's just socially awkward and terrible at hiding it, unlike the rest of us. He constantly walks away from conversations with people I always assume are strangers. Most of me believe that another aspect is added to his social discomfort. It's just weird. As if confirming my assumptions, her lips twitch, as if she's talking to herself. I catch a few words. He's singing. It's peculiar. I mean, who's singing in the middle of the hallway? At least it's not out loud. Her hair catches my gaze as my thoughts wander. It's shaggy, almost black and wavy, not curly but not straight either. Looks like he had a rough morning. The bags are slightly creased under the eyes. His very eyes are drooping and closing. It's like she stayed up late last night. I imagine her at a party and then immediately dismiss the thought. She seems more like the type who stays up until two or three in the morning reading or studying. It seems sunken, deteriorated. I wonder how long it took you to get ready this morning. There's no trace of makeup... middle of paper... a provocative move. He says hello to Tim and gets a little more agitated. In the third period I sit next to her. His eyes remain fixed in front of him and on the desk; he is afraid to look at other people, as if it is scary to be around other classmates. We have to work as a team and I ask her if she would like to work with me. Automatically, I decide I don't want to hang out with her anymore as she looks up for a second and then mutters a rude no. I turn and shake my head sadly. He is rude and acts as if my presence is annoying. What exactly is it that makes me so unlikable? Irritated, I move away from her, letting her in for air to ease my anger. She's probably nice, but on the surface she's brutal and scares me with her conversations about death like she's in love with it. Overall she's a creepy person, maybe she wants to be left alone.