So I'm in the library studying for one of the hardest classes I've ever taken in my life, and I can just feel these eyes on me. I turn around and there is a girl fixated on me, waiting for me to say something. I ignore her for about 20 minuets but can't take it anymore.
Me: Not to be rude, but I can't focus right now because I can feel you starring at me.
Her: (visibly shocked) Excuse me?
Me: I'm trying to focus on this work right now and I can't because I can see you're watching me.
Her: That sounds like a personal problem.
Me: Well, its not. I'm just asking you to divert your attention.
Her: I'm not hitting on you, I'm just watching you.
Me: I didn't say you were hitting on me. I asked you to stop.
Her: Are you nervous?
Her: Does my starring at you make you nervous?
Me: No. You don't make me nervous. You're being creepy and I'm asking you to leave me to my work.
She is quiet for about ten more minutes, scheming a way to turn this into something she can use.
She gets up from her study table and walks over to mine.
Her: I'll just have you know, that accusing me of being creepy is actually creepy. You didn't need to make this sexual. I'm not interested in you, and you don't seem to realize that. I don't tolerate sexual harassment.
And then she walks away