Purely Circumstantial, ...this one is a bit dramatic.... Options

[Lavelle]

It was lunch time. The class room was as devoid of life as the sun-baked Sahara. I decided to take advantage of this "quality alone time" to continue our little discussion.
"Louise, maybe you´re picking up on someone else´s feelings."
Silence. A nod.
"Is he stalking me though?"
She looked up from her book, eyebrows arched, "What?!"
I pushed up my glasses, looked her in the eye, "Yeah, its like wherever i go, I see him. And its not like he´s there first or anything. He always shows up a little after I do. I´m NOT paranoid!"
She vigorously shook her head as if shaking the words she just heard. Long, golden braids were sent flying.
"Nah, purely circumstantial."
Lawyer lingo. Beating my eyelashes a few times, I said, "Huh?" Was she
implying in a very clever way that I had no proof??
Our conversation ended as abruptly as it had begun as Jeanil, Louise´s best bud, casually strolled into the room. Two pairs of eyes watched her as she swayed to her seat. "You were talking about me eh?"
Louise chuckled. A loud, distinct sound like the chiming of tiny silver bells. She wasnt, in any way, as conflicted as I was by Jeanil´s intrusion. In fact, she welcomed it.
She was guilty. She knew something. She was hiding something. And I was going to find out what it was.
"Purely circumstantial, my foot! Dont circum-vent, Ms. George," I exclaimed before storming out of the class. Two could play that game.