I’m already halfway down the hall when I see them. They’re rounding the corner, coming from the school gym and they haven’t seen me yet. I can pull a very obvious 180° in the hall, probably drawing attention to my cowardice, or I can keep moving forward. So I choose to keep moving. We make the briefest eye contact, and I immediately switch my gaze to the ground. I don’t know why I’m so scared of them. We’ve never even spoken, and besides, they’re his friends, not mine. I’m trying to comfort myself with this thought as I walk, quietly telling myself these guys don’t give a crap about some girl their buddy once dated. I mean, it’s not their business…right?
We make eye contact again.
The one closest to me is smirking, but that can’t be about me. I must be paranoid…right?
He starts reaching into his bag, still smirking at me, still making me feel insecure as all hell. But… they would never get involved..this is not about them…right?
He’s pulling his hand out of his bag, and he’s holding something. I can’t see what it is.…