TUESDAY. 8:13 AM
He continues to lean closer to me with his eyes focused.
My eyes go wide once again as I lean away from him, "What are you doing?" My voice sounds frightened as I stare in his eyes. His body literally centimeters from mine and his face is close to the extent I can slightly feel his minty breaths- I guess he just brushed his teeth.
"Chill, I just want to get the gloves." He grabs a pair of rubber gloves and leans away.
I shut my eyes for a moment. What did I expect? He's on my left and the rubber gloves are on my right, of course he'd need to lean over.
I hear him chuckle, "What did you think I was doing?"
I snap my head to him, feeling rage inside.
"What did you expect me to think after you threw yourself at me this-" I start to yell but get interrupted.
"Your 2 minutes starts now." Mr. Sprayberry sets the timer.
I keep glaring at Jake who's obviously unbothered by my death stares.
