C h a p t e r F o u r .
"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.