Glare

I feel the presence behind me and whip around, immediately grabbing the person's wrist and snapping their arm down from my locker's magnets. "Stop."

Ashly smirks cockily. "Why?"

I pull myself up to my full height and glare down at her through my glasses. People think that you make yourself look cute and pretty if you look through your eyelashes.

Well, not for me.

That's my glare.

The famous glare that once made Daniel run across the school to avoid using the same staircase as me after he stole my pencil.

The glare that can make even the most stoic person lose it.

Ashly quickly withdraws her hand and backs away.

I turn back to my locker and continue searching for my books, humming.

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This is true~

I act all happy and stuff like that but if you piss me off, you're done for.