Have you ever had that feeling? Like someone is staring straight at you? Yet no matter how you arch your neck of shift around in your seat you can't find them? Almost as If when you turn their way they're purposely avoiding you? Well that's the feeling I was getting now.

sinking deeper into the couch like seat of my cafe booth I groaned, chin dropping into my hands and eyes drooping closed slowly. I wasn't really waiting for anyone to ask for my order, or for anyone to turn up and greet me either; infact today was the day that I'd decided to avoid the rest of the world!

I'd lost another job, another JOB! Not that it was anything huge, just a waitress position, at a different cafe mind you. I was burying myself under lays of iscolation, not even replying to the numerous vexating calls from my younger sister; pleading with me to return home. Yeah right..

"What am I even doing here..." I muttered, the worlds muffled by the soft skin of my palm. Damn it- I can't just sulk here all day; I thought. I might as well head home and meeting up with the guys- Drinking, Could be the way to finally close this hell of a day.

But as I raised from my seat I felt it once more, the volcanic burning sensation that sent shivers up my spine. Spinning around, my eyes darted from side to side. Attempting to locate the owner of those eyes, the ones that seemed to be permenately glued to my back. But even as I searched for him- I found that he was basically invisible.

With a groan I strode out of the store, not daring to look back as I feared I'd come face to face with whomever it was who had been watching me like a hawk. Prey, that's how I felt; like some helpless baby mouse being cornered by a big hungry tom cat.

Never the less I continued onward, marching like a soldier up the multiple up-slanted paths that lead to my apartment building- And that jackass was still following me! Only now I'd finally gotten a clear view of him. Dark cap, Muscular build and sandy blow bangs that dared to peak out from his hat. Each time I turned around, he changed where he was looking; glancing off to the side or making feeble conversation with the passersby. But I knew his game-

I'd been called alot of things through my teenaged years- Cute, Adorable, Sweet. But I'd never deemed myself suitable prey for this kind of maniac. Speeding up I continued my uphill trek towards my complex building. And once I got there I was not-so surprised to see that he was still following me, although I found a smirk spreading over my features as I realised It'd taken it's toll on him as well. Panting he didn't even seem to have the energy to hide his predatory nature.

Up the steps I clambered, my handbag thrown carelessly over my own shoulder; reaching my balcony I dared to glance down once again only to find that- He was leaving. Passing by my building without a single glance back to me, chattering noisily on a cell phone. 'Bastard' I thought, thrusting my keys into the lock and twisting it, discarding my dark bag before an idea dawned on me-

It was time for the stalker, to become the stalked. I was going to find out just what this guy was up to. Just what game he was playing- And How I could twist the rules to my advantage.