You look back down at your book and sweat drips off your forehead onto the pages. What the fuck is this book even about. You cannot focus. You try to read more but all you can think about is if she is still looking at you. You keep your head down but you peek up with your eyes. She has a pencil in her mouth looking at you. She takes the pencil and slides it down the side of her lips, down her neck, till she gets to her shirt strap. She hooks the strap with the pencil and moves the pencil down her shoulder and a boob pops out! She laughs then pulls the shirt back up. You look around and think how is no one else seeing this. You look side to side. You look behind you because you begin to queation if she’s really looking at you or someone behind you.