Girl in my class kept staring at me

I'm a guy, by the way. This happened at my old school, which I left 5 years ago. <br><br>I joined a new school in 10th grade and was pretty nervous. As I sat in my new classroom waiting for classes to begin, I noticed this one girl with short black hair and brown eyes sitting across from me. She had a pretty, almost doll like face. She kept looking at me, even when everyone else was chatting or texting. I found it a bit odd, but assumed she was probably just curious.<br><br>The teacher came in and handed out papers with a seating chart. I saw her glance at it, then at me, then back at the paper before scowling.<br><br>When the teacher asked us to rearrange our seats according to the chart, I realized this girl and I had swapped seats. She looked pretty pissed about it too. She scooped up her stuff and moved, smiling sweetly at me as she did so. I thought it was a bit weird, but I was too busy trying to make friends that day to pay it too much attention.<br><br>I didn't really see her much on Friday (it was a half day), but come Monday, she was back to staring at me. It wasn't just that. Every time I caught her looking, she'd smile at me. Once or twice it was a normal, friendly looking smile, but other times it was more...off. She'd smile with her teeth, but her eyes wouldn't crinkle. She'd pull her lips upwards, but it wouldn't quite reach her eyes. Those times, she looked...off. Unnatural. Almost creepy.<br><br>I tried talking to her a couple of times, but she didn't seem to be into normal subjects of conversation or maybe she just wasn't interested in talking to me; I don't know. I'd ask her about tv shows or music, and she'd just shrug and say "I don't watch tv or listen to music", then she'd ask me questions like "Do you like the way I do my hair?" or "Have you noticed how long my eyelashes are?" or "Do you like this lip gloss? I just got it yesterday." I always said yes because I'm a polite guy (my mom is big on manners), but the questions just seemed so...random? I mean, why should I care about anything related to her?<br><br>It got to the point where I started feeling really uncomfortable around her. She'd sit in the row behind me and play with my hair while the teacher talked. I'd turn around and she'd look at me with those creepy smiles, like she knew a joke I didn't. It made me really anxious to be honest.<br><br>I mentioned it to my friends and they all thought she had a crush on me. I didn't think that was it, because she never tried talking to me outside of class. I'd see her in the halls, and she's walk past me without saying a word. She wouldn't text me, nor did she ask for my number. She didn't ask me to hang out, and she never wished me a good night like she did some other kids. I felt like she was...stalking me or something.<br><br>I asked my mom for advice. She told me to tell a teacher. I did, and the teacher said to give it a few more weeks. I did, and it didn't get any better. If anything it got worse. I'd be doing my work and would catch her staring at me. I'd go to the bathroom, and she'd follow me in a few minutes later. I'd sit on the bleachers at lunch, and she'd sit a few feet away, eating quietly and staring at me.<br><br>I'd had enough by the end of the week. I texted my mom as soon as I got home from school and told her everything. She said we should probably transfer schools. I agreed, and she put the transfer request in the next day.<br><br>It took them a few weeks to process the transfer, so I had to spend a few more weeks at that school. The girl seemed...angrier, during those last few weeks. She still stared and smiled, but there was something else in her eyes now, something almost venomous. She'd scowl at me sometimes, and I'd catch her just staring at me, her eyes fixed on me with a burning intensity. I tried to ignore it and just focus on making sure my grades were good, figuring I'd be out of there soon.<br><br>The day before I transferred, I realized I had forgotten my lunch money. Mom had been busy with a move at work and it had slipped her mind. I wasn't too bummed; I only had a day left at the school and I could always go hungry for one day. <br><br>I sat on the bleachers to eat my snacks and read a book. That creepy girl sat a few feet away again, eating and looking at me. I tried to ignore her, but it was hard to focus on my reading with her staring at me. I was getting so fed up, I nearly told her to fuck off. <br><br>I looked up from my book to find her closer than I expected. She was right next to me, actually, sitting on the same bleacher just a foot or so away. I jumped, startled, and she smiled. It wasn't that creepy smile; instead it looked genuine, like she was actually happy.<br><br>I hunched over, trying to move away, and she scooted closer. She put a hand on my back and told me not to move. I started to get up, but she grabbed my shoulder and held me in place. I tried to shake her off, but she was surprisingly strong.<br><br>"I've been waiting for this chance for a long time," she said, her voice low, almost husky. "You're so cute. I love your hair." She stroked it, then reached out and touched my eyelashes. "And your eyelashes. I wanted to get eyelashes like yours, but my parents wouldn't let me." <br><br>"I...thank you" I said, not sure how else to respond. <br><br>"I love your eyes," she continued. "They're so green, like a forest. I love the color green; it reminds me of the forest where I grew up."<br><br>"How...cool."<br><br>"I had a brother with green eyes too," she said. "He died when he was little." She frowned. "I was so sad when he died. I missed him so much. But then I saw you, and it was like he came back."<br><br>"Uh, thanks?" <br><br>"You remind me of him so much," she said. "I'm so glad I got to meet you."<br><br>I seriously have no idea how to respond to that. I just kind of shook my head and told her I was glad too, then I stood up and walked away. She didn't follow me or anything, but the look on her face stuck with me. It was...sad. I don't know. I just couldn't get that look out of my head.<br><br>I transferred the next week, and my mom never mentioned that school again. Sometimes I'll think about that girl, though. I wonder what happened to her, if she's okay. I wonder if she ever found a new "brother". <br><br>Sometimes, when the nights are bad and I can't sleep because the storm outside is so loud, I'll think I see her standing outside my window. I know it's just the rain playing tricks on me, because I live on the third floor and there's no way she could be standing out there without a ladder, but the illusion is enough to make me shiver.