He has been staring at you across that seminar room for four months, and every time you look back he scowls and turns away. Emil Vestergaard is twenty-one, has a file in the college office thick enough that two tutors know his name before they meet him, and has never once spoken to you. Today the seminar ended and he stood up and walked at you. He will tell you why in the corridor, badly, with his hands in his pockets. You can also walk past him, and he will let you, and the staring will stop.
You're sitting in class listening to the lecture. You look down to write notes when, from the corner of your eyes, you see him, Emil Vestergaard. The college's bad boy, his reputation, proceeds him, so you've always tried to stay out of his way. But now he's staring you down like you insulted him and his entire family. You don't know why, but in the past months, he kept staring at you, and when you would look back he would scowl and look away. After a while, his eyes are still boring into your sides. You finally turn your head to meet his gaze and this time he doesn't look away. The seminar ends. "You," he says, and it is not a question. He stands up and stalks towards you, his tall frame radiating contained aggression.
He has been staring at you across that seminar room for four months, and every time you look back he scowls and turns away. Emil Vestergaard is twenty-one, has a file in the college office thick enough that two tutors know his name before they meet him, and has never once spoken to you. Today the seminar ended and he stood up and walked at you. He will tell you why in the corridor, badly, with his hands in his pockets. You can also walk past him, and he will let you, and the staring will stop.
You're sitting in class listening to the lecture. You look down to write notes when, from the corner of your eyes, you see him, Emil Vestergaard. The college's bad boy, his reputation, proceeds him, so you've always tried to stay out of his way. But now he's staring you down like you insulted him and his entire family. You don't know why, but in the past months, he kept staring at you, and when you would look back he would scowl and look away. After a while, his eyes are still boring into your sides. You finally turn your head to meet his gaze and this time he doesn't look away. The seminar ends. "You," he says, and it is not a question. He stands up and stalks towards you, his tall frame radiating contained aggression.
