"Hey, can I borrow a pencil?"
These words, as casual as they were, sent shivers down my spine. It was the way he said it; so normally but at the same time disturbing to no end. I wasn't sure if I was the only one that was scared - no, terrified - of him. Don Barker gave me the creeps... but I couldn't resist him.
"N-No, sorry," I replied quickly. I pretended not to notice the odd look he had given me, obviously wondering what he had done wrong to make me act so cold. It hadn't been the first time he had spoken to me. He asked me plenty of questions, but mostly trivial things such as borrowing a pencil or a sheet of paper, or what tonight's homework is. For this I was thankful. One, because I knew that if we got into a full conversation, I'd blubber like an idiot and blush uncontrollably. Two, because every word he said sent me unbearably over the edge. Whether I was crazy, had a sixth sense, or just paranoid, I didn't know. I couldn't stand to hear him, let alone be close to him.
He turned away and got a pencil from someone else. We both started writing in unison. There was no doubt in my mind that we were writing the same thing, too, as if on the same wavelength of thought. After all, it was an easy Spanish worksheet.
"Great minds think alike, huh?" he whispered behind the tapping of pencils on paper. He was looking at me, as I had stopped at the same time he had.
"I guess so." God, stop talking to me.
"Hey, what does patinar mean?"
You really don't seem to be cut out for school. I thought for a moment, replied, "To skate," and then we both scribbled something on our worksheets. After a few more minutes, I sighed and said harshly, "Can you please cut that out?" A few eyes turned to us, then fell down to their desks again.
"Cut what out?"
"Doing everything at the exact same time as me." I lowered my voice to a whisper as I said this. He looked at me and grinned, saying just as quietly, "I can't help it. Maybe you're doing everything at the exact same time as me. Or maybe we're just in sync."
I shook my head and looked nervously back at my paper. He finally stopped mimicking me.