A feeling of relief enters me.
Lunch is finally here.
As I sit down with my best friend, I glance around me. I became obsessed with Anna when I saw her play Juliet in Romeo and Juliet - only I wasn't Romeo. We sat in his driveway, sticking to the fake leather seats of my hot, dirty old car, for a little under two hours, just feeling it run between us. All I feel are eyes. Hot eyes, critical eyes, hating, disgusted, angry eyes.