Eye Contact

This is Day 6 in a series of essays based on a writing prompt. I thought I’d keep it up for five days max. Since I’ve made six, how about we see if I can get to ten?

6. Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time.

https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/

The moment their eyes met—electric. You could feel the current running between them. It was practically visible.

Sparks flew! Heads turned towards them! Everyone noticed the energy darting back and forth! It was like that scene in The Return of the Jedi when the evil emperor is zapping Luke Skywalker with electric bolts from his hands.

Oh, was that not the comparison you were expecting?

Wait, you thought I was going to tell you a LOVE story??

Oh, no no no no no!

They knew the moment they clapped eyes on each other that they couldn’t stand each other.

It was loathing at first sight.

And don’t think this was one of those romantic comedy situations where they hate each other at first and then come to love each other. Nope.

They simply didn’t like each other. And they never would.

The first words he spoke to her were snarky, each seemingly polite phrase dripping in sarcasm. They were paired in biology class. They had to dissect a fetal pig together. They would both have preferred the dead pig’s company to each other’s.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. He then had the nerve to start dating her roommate. Her roommate, for crying out loud! Wasn’t it hard enough having to share a classroom five days a week? Why did he have to impose himself on her social life, too? He enjoyed seeing her squirm with discomfort whenever he was around. It was as if he sought her roommate out on purpose, just to make her uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the relationship with the roommate didn’t last (she finally cottoned on to what a loser he was) and eventually he faded out of her life. He’s a person she very rarely thinks of now, except when called upon to think of the most hateful person she can. Then his image comes roaring back to her mind.

In those moments, she is grateful to him. Grateful to him for being such a perfect jerk. His face appears on every literary villain, every bad guy she reads about.

But sometimes she wonders… Was she the one being the jerk?

Jane

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