I sat down at the table in the far back corner of Starbucks that I always sat in, and waited. I come to this place every day because I know she'll be here. Every day, at the same time, since I've lived here, she's come.
After a few minutes of waiting, I saw her car pull into the parking lot through the glass wall. She opened the door and got out, looking every bit as sad as she had since the day it happened.
She walked through the door, up to the counter and ordered. She stood anxiously as she waited for her usual, a double chocolate chip frappiccino. Just like every day, she didn't notice me watching her as she walked to the table on the opposite side of the building.
She didn't notice me at all, she had more important things on her mind. It didn't matter what everyone else said about her, I didn't believe them. So maybe she's had some trouble with guys in the past, but what teenage girl hasn't? "Love is complicated," I had once heard her telling her best friend, "It sneaks up on you when you least expect it, even if you don't want it to. Love doesn't care who you're with. All that it's taught me is that I just haven't found the right guy."
Boy, was that true. I'd only lived here a couple of weeks, and I already knew about her reputation. Not only was she caught cheating on her boyfriend with her ex, but she was also caught by that same boyfriend having an affair with one of their teachers. The girl really did have bad luck when it came to love, because not two hours after her boyfriend caught her and her teacher, her teacher was found dead. Actually, brutally murdered is a better description of it. He was found with is head cut off and put on a stake outside of the school, with a note taped to him. It was a religious intolerance thing; he wasn't a part of The People of Faith, and they didn't like that.
A few days after that, she and her boyfriend broke up, and she unofficially got back together with her ex, her captain of the football team ex, college bound and all around a good guy. I would know, I met him before…before it happened.
And the it that I refer to is his death. The thing that sent her over the edge, she saw him die. And I saw her see him die.
I know it must sound like I'm a stalker, but I'm really not. I'm just a guy in…in love. Yes, I admit it, I'm in love with her, and I've never even spoken to her. I don't care how many guys she's been with, I don't care that everyone talks about her, I don't care that her family basically threw her out; I, James Stark, am in love with Zoey Redbird.
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