Talking

So today I was walking down the street on my way to the library. I'm listening to my mp3 player very low so I can hear everything around me. I'm passing Starbucks and I see a couple kids in my grade. They are all taking quick glances at me and talking kind of low. It's so obvious that they are talking about me. I don't know why they would. I'm not that interesting. But since I can tell they are talking about me I decide to stare at them. Not a nice stare like "Hi guys how ya doing?" No, I don't like these kids very much. They are sluts who have nothing to gossip about but the latest styles and how to put other kids down. I don't really care what they think about me. And I don't honestly know. But I'm staring at them coldly. Coldly, and noticeably. And a few seconds later one of them does a quick glance and says, "She's staring at us" Good job. I should've gone right up and asked them something. Like, "So do you talk about everybody when they walk by, or just me?" But I didn't. I just kept walking. And laughing to myself. I think I might've scared them. That would've been funny.