"Uh, no, I live in Bankstown too, you know?" he stuttered a bit.
"Well, I don't stalk people so I wouldn't know," I blurted out, loud enough for only him to hear it. It came out harsher than I meant it. I wasn't trying to make a scene.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't me-" he cut me off before I could finish.
"You think I stalk you?" a small smile played on his lips.
"I didn't say that" I said, quieter.
"Didn't you? Or did you just infer it?" he asked.
"I didn't do either," I hissed at him. He nodded in a sarcastic manner. His eyes were a peculiar type of brown. I was pretty sure I'd seen specks of green in them.
"Far out," I muttered to myself. I rolled my eyes and walked away. 'I don't need to deal with people like him right now."
"Hey wait up," I heard him call. I stopped and turned around. He had a grin on his face.
"What do you want now?" I asked in annoyance.
"You didn't even tell me your name." I smirked.
"You want to know my name?" I burst into laughter, "May I ask why?"
"No you may not," he had a playful tone in his voice.
"Then...you may not know my name," I smiled too sweetly.
Before he could respond, the bell rang and I walked off to my homeroom. Then it started up again. That craving. But it was different this time. It wasn't a just a craving. It was a demand from my brain.