I bite my lips, I fumble with the hem of my shirt and I intertwine my left hand with my right hand, take a deep breath and try to act nonchalant, trying my best to keep my discomfort and anger at bay. He stares and stares and stares. He stares a little more and stares and stares a bit too much. Jenny nudges me saying, “Man I feel like he comes to college just to stare at you. Isn’t he a bit too creepy?” I sigh and reply with a hum and a nod of my head. After a few seconds I tell Jenny how awkward I feel around that creep, “I honestly feel like he is undressing me with his eyes. Oh how much I’d love to pierce those penetrating eyes with a goddamn fork.” Jenny bursts out with laughter and says “woah there tiger, stop with your violent thoughts. I mean I can’t say it’s his fault either. Like look at you babe.” And although I roll my eyes at my best friend’s cheesy compliment, I could still feel ‘his’ gaze at the side of my head and I was still having murderous thoughts. And a...