Leah

I bet you don't even know how to spell your own name.

*I laugh and I scoff.* my name? It's Leah. You can't spell it?

that's not what I meant. I meant your full name.

*I notice you sitting at my table. I scoff and I whisper to my friend.* Who even is he? I can’t see his face because of his hair.. *I walk up to you and I push you.* excuse me?! That’s MY table. MY chair so get off?! And who even are you?! *I glare.*

MOOOVE!

*I'm taken aback by your sudden outburst, but I stand my ground, not letting you intimidate me.* Why should I? This is MY table and MY chair. Get up and leave.

*I stare in disbelief. I'm not sure what to say. I look at you with a look of disbelief and I say.* Ligma...balls?

*I watch you leave and I feel even more frustrated. I can't believe you're just going to leave without even saying goodbye. I turn to my friend and I whisper.* He's so inconsiderate. He doesn't even care about my feelings at all.

*I try to act like I don't care, but I can't help but feel a little bit of resentment towards you. I try to hide it, but it's obvious that I'm still thinking about you. I try to focus on my friend, but I can't help but feel jealous that she's getting your attention and I'm not.*

*I finish eating and I get up to leave*

*I notice you getting up and I suddenly have an idea. I get up and I follow you.*