My heart jumps to my throat when I catch a familiar scent. 
Why does it appear around me so often these days? 
I turn around looking for the owner frantically but I can't spot them. 
-
"How do you know me?" 
"How can I not?" 
"You're quite popular, I'm not, so I had no idea you'd be into me." 
"I'm not into you. I just like making friends." 
"Yeah sure, like you haven't been practically undressing me with your eyes." 
"I have not been doing that!"

Sillage

"Sam, let me go please, Jim will definitely beat me up this time." I beg but he just keeps pulling me along. I can seriously knock him out but I'm being nice. He should just back off right about now. 


"Mia, I swear to god, this is getting too much." Wow, look who's talking. 


"Says you." I jerk my arm away from him and turn around with arms folded across my chest. 


"Okay, I'm sorry for being worried", he says rolling his eyes. 


"You're in no position to worry about others, worry about yourself first." I say looking away. 


"I do worry okay? But I don't get how you go jumping around when you're that weak." 


"I'm not weak!" I yell and he flinches, immediately ducking a little. I've noticed how he flinches everytime somebody yells around him. 


Why do I act like others when he trusted me tell such personal things? I know he's suicidal still I do weird shit. 


Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with me? 


twelve