'What so god damn special about her?' The brunette thought to herself. She watched as he whispered something into the girl's pale pierced ear. Her fist tighten, making her pencil break in half.
She sighed, as she reached in her bag pocket for another one, than returned to glaring at the duo. She could hardly pay attention to the professor, better yet, she could hardly breathe. The air felt thin and toxic, like it was contaminated. Every breath she took was followed by a small whimper.
"Stop crying." She told herself. Her eyes twitched. "Stop looking!"