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"Oh my God, he's such a freak sometimes, I swear."

In her head, Eleanor thought, Why?

"He never talks and it's super creepy."

That's not true.

"He's always staring at people like, eww, stop. Stalker much?"

How is that being a stalker?

"Why do you sit next to him?"

Because I want to.

"He's such a creep."

No.

"He looks like he's obsessed with you."

It's actually the other way around.

"Oh my God, the thing is looking this way."

What?

"He's staring at you. Oh, my God."

I know.

"Eww, eww. Make him stop."

I want to make you stop being such a bitch.

"Why aren't you talking?"

I don't want to.

"He's rubbing off on you! Oh, my God. Eleanor, you're creeping me out. You're scaring me. Stop."

In her head, Eleanor thinks, I need new friends.