((Emmy POV))

"Nee... you don't honestly believe that."
Adri muffeled under the heaping pound of ramen in her mouth.

I shuffeled quietly in my chair, listening and watching everything around me. " I do,
though, it's scary."

Over the past few days, I keep getting the cold feeling I'm being watched. Living in such a populated, suburban town at first I paid no attention to it. Even though now it feels like eyes watching me through my clo-
-thes. Like a pervert is always hunting for some fresh Emmy for his eyes to feed on.

Adi sipped the last bit of broth and glacned over at my untouched bowl. " Who would stalk you? Your Dad is way to protective." Indeed she was right, but who was to blame? My father was a preacher and I was sure he'd kill me if I had a stalker.

I flipped back some creamy brown hair, cut in a neat bob. "Maybe it's a. . . secret admirer."

Adri laughed, her pale blue eyes excited.
"As if!" She exclaimed, dipping her spoon into my bowl.

((Oliver POV))

Secret Admirer?

Is that who I'm claimed to be? Some obsessed teenage boy who goes around stalking a young, beautiful, funny...

"Now I really am stalker her, aren't I?" I whispered to myself. It was tedious to have to wait everyday for her at the ramen shop.
Being a guardian isn't as knocked up as it seems.

About two months ago, Martel, my aunt and goddess of angels, called me up. The news was simple, protect the girl until she's eighteen. Five years. Simple.

No. Not simple. Compaired to Krufixe, Earth is insane and deranged. Buildings fall, drugs fill the air, and there are boney woman dancing half naked on poles!

As if thats all my problems, I'd never think teenage girls were an issue. Emmy, though,
she's a toughie. She's in a different hair style every three weeks, her favorite song always changes, and her laugh gets even cuter.
I don't understand it at all.

All I understand, is that I'm completely and honsetly, attracted to her. Yes, I'm supposed to be a pure hearted, innocent angel boy. Screw that. How about every morning the human appearance kicking in and having a rock slap your stomach?
It hurts because you know you were dreaming about her.

There she was, Emily Grace Tassin, walking up to her small manor on a hilltop. Just aching to get home and sink her voice into a good song, which her voice was like dew falling off a rose bud, by the way.

I spot the side angle of her oval shaped face,
her sparkling blue eyes, flawless short brown hair. The tiny curves and the short, small body that I'll love to hold. Although, it's against my rules.

Yes, gaurdians have rules.

1. Never be noticed by the human you protect.

2. Only make contact when protecting.

3. Do not adapt feelings for the human.

I've broken one and a half of those rules.

((Emmy POV))

I sighed against the bed sheets. I had felt those eyes again, the sick, lusty eyes. My stomach churrned. What if he's in my room one night and I can't escape him, what then?

Well I guess we'll just see, eh?