The wind his face as he turned back around once the girl stopped skating. Atticus stood there casually with his foot on the trunk of the tree. As the girl stopped in front of him, he cast his gaze downward as if not noticing her. "Now, why would I be doing that?" he asked her, his voice clear and smooth. "No, I just got here." he put it simply. "And even if I was watching you, what's so bad about it?" he asked her raising his eyebrow. "It's not like it was a bad sight." he finished with a charming tone. When she passed by him, he stared at the ground. He thought that just by looking at him, she would be putty in his hands, but it appears as if not. His charm had never failed him and he refused to believe that it was happening now.
Even with all the girls that threw themselves at him, Atticus had yet to actually find one that interested him. Having all those girls was great, of course, but they didn't interest him. And he made it clear that he didn't like then, but they still did the same. No matter what he did or what he told them, they were always around him, maybe that was what made him so attractive to them, the fact that he was unattainable. That had never really crossed his mind, and now that he thought about it, it probably was the best reason to why he seemed so attractive, that and his looks. Although he hardly ever wanted to sound conceited, he had to admit as did most others that he was quite a handsome guy, and he definitely used that.
As the girl began to talk again, Atticus finally looked at her and he smiled a bit, though at her distance he doubted she could see it. He moved away from the tree and walked closer to her, hiding his smile. "I already told you, I was not watching you." he told her. When she asked if he didn't have any other girls to stalk and watch he gave an offended gasp. "I am no stalker. I can assure you of that." Atticus said smoothly. No one had ever called him a stalker or anything close to it, so he had actually taken some offense to that comment.