notes to a stranger, part 3
You weren't here today. I didn't really realize what your constant presence meant to me until I realized you weren't here today. He was there instead. You know. That boy.
That boy. The one you always smoke with? I remember his name now. I also remember what my friend told me about him. About how they barely knew eachother but he randomly picked her up, his arms beneath her ass, taking his advantage to grab it on the way. She was so shocked at the time she couldn't even react. Now she just ignores him, says he's probably just a bit weird and it wasn't meant to be sexual. She calls it his weird idea of friendly.
I call it bullshit. It's perfectly obvious what it was and what it was meant to be. I didn't realize he was the guy. Not till she pointed him out. And I saw he was your smoker guy. I saw him in town with you the other day. I may like your face, but I sure don't like his. Four years older than yours and stretched by an eerie and unemotional smile. He has this, calm stare that is neither intense nor light and screams "I look at what I want to look at."
I want you to be careful with him. He scares me in more ways than one. If you think you're just friends then think again because he thinks something else. I know it from the way he looks at you. He likes your face too. More than just your face.