Dear Diary #4: The Boy

Chapter 4

Dear Diary, He's staring at me while I'm writing this. I am sat in the library, writing. I am supposed to be writing an essay, but I've been procrastinating for the past hour. First I watched an episode of friends, then I read a chapter in my book, and now I'm writing in you, my dear sweet diary. The whole of the time that boy has been staring at me. We made contact last night, I couldn't sleep, and my Netflix wasn't working, so I went down to the common room with my book to read in front of the fire. He just sat there, watching me read, till finally, I snapped. I asked him why he always stared and never said a word. His response shocked me, there was a large part of me who thought he wouldn't answer, but he did. He look at me, and with a shy smile he said, "you intrigue me." I didn't know how to feel, so I nodded, and went back to my book, when I heard him mutter, "you're interesting" before he got up and walked away. Do you see why I called it contact and not a conversation, ey Diary? I seriously don't see that qualifying as a conversation. Oh, one of his friends just came over to him, and now he's gone back to studying. I'm telling you, Diary, I don't know what to make of him. He is very strange, but I really want to find out. Until Next Time, -T