Chapter 4: Serial Killer
"I-I’m interesting?" Beatrix gulped, pointing to herself.
Rhys bit his lower lips and nodded.
Beatrix furrowed her brows in confusion. She had zero idea on how to interact with the opposite sex. Having three overprotective brothers, every guy she met in school avoided her like a plague.
And the ones who were bold enough to talk to her, she ran away when they approached her.
So what does it mean when a guy finds you interesting? Did he think she was funny or something?
He moved suddenly closer to her, causing her to stiffened.
"A little birdy told me you were staring at me" he said raising his brows, as he leaned forward gazing into her eyes.
"Did you like what you were staring at?" He questioned as he lazily traced his hands on the words on her shirt.
Beatrix swallowed and anxiety coursed through her at their close proximity. The air around them became tense for some reason.
"I-I wasn’t staring" Beatrix lied. She was so bad at it that she didn’t even know why she bothered lying.
"You, Uh happened to be in my line of sight. I had no choice but to see you. It’s not my fault you were sitting at the place that I wanted to look at. You don’t owe the space right? So no, I wasn’t looking at you." She said in one breath and took a deep breath after she was done.