Dixon felt strange like someone was staring daggers into the back of his skull. He got goosebumps.
'Who the hell is staring at me so hard? It better be a chick; please be a hot chick.'
As Dixon turned around, he rubbed his eyes twice to ensure he was seeing things correctly.
'It's that fricken kid again!! I knew he was hitting on me… This is terrible news; my reputation is gonna go to the gutter. Everyone will think I'm gay! No, stop staring at me, you weirdo!'
Dixon was making strange faces and mouthing something to Alex.
Alex was zooming in on his perspective like a hawk eyeing its prey. After all, he had amazing eyesight.
Alex started analyzing Dixon's mouth movement, and after a few seconds of deciphering the code, he spelled it out in his head.
'I a m n o t g a y.'
