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WARNING!- This is not totally in character, although there are parts that will be and quotes used from the books that fit in with the story you will recognize. This story has a serious undercurrent set to a more humorous character (Nora) to reader interaction dialogue.

I have NEVER written anything like this, I was shown one similarly written story and given a writing challenge so since I'm new to writing and completely new to this style, I'm hoping it doesn't suck too much.

THIS IS NOTHING LIKE MY OTHER STORIES! THE WRITING IS NIGHT AND DAY DIFFERENT AND IT IS- RATED 'T'- SO NO HEAVY STEAMY LEMONS like my other stories, IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THAT GO CHECK OUT ONE OF MY OTHER ONE'S OR SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE IT WON'T BE HAPPENING IN THIS STORY. I APOLOGIZE TO THOSE THAT DISAPPOINTS, BUT LIKE I SAID, THIS WAS A WRITER CHALLENGE SO HERE WE GO...

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***So the title doesn't freak people out or get there hopes up for something that won't happen, Patch isn't a 'scary' kind of stalker, no crazy psycho stuff here... If you want to know more you'll have to read ;)

"HE'S NO ANGEL, HE'S MY STALKER"

CHAPTER 1

"HOW I MET MY STALKER"

I've never had the greatest life. In fact, my life sucked from the very beginning. I was abandoned at birth by my drug-addict mother because I obviously wasn't good enough for her, instead she ran off with a guy named 'Harrison' who used to be my father's 'best friend'. Yes, it often did sting to know that she never wanted me, and it left me with a bitter heart.

It's amazing how someone who I never even met could leave such a powerful mark on me. The only way I could relate to her was in the old photos I've seen. It's obvious that I look just like her and that fact haunts me each and every time I look in the mirror.

I hate her. Not only did she abandon me, but she left me with the man I'm forced to call my 'father' because of DNA, in truth, he isn't any better than her. My father was an abusive alcoholic and he blamed me for my mother's sudden departure. He would come home, drunk and cursing then beat me, that caused me to develop a fear and loathing for him at a very young age.

Mostly, I tried to stay out of his way, taking extra after school activities, like volleyball, just to avoid coming home to him. Thankfully, he usually didn't come home until the late hours of the night because he spent most of his time drinking at some bar when he wasn't working. So as you can tell, I obviously had a rough childhood, growing up in a very negative environment.

For as long as I can remember, I've always had plans for the day when I could get the hell out of this place and never come back. If I never see this drafty eighteenth century farmhouse on the outskirts of Coldwater, Maine again it will be too soon. The house looks like it's in the eye of a mysterious atmospheric inversion and seems to suck all the fog off Maine's coast and transplant it into our yard. The house is almost always veiled by gloom that resembles escaped and wandering spirits. Fitting for the haunted memories I have of here. I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't let Hank, my father, break me. So, I've always been a straight A student with a perfect record, hoping to shoot for a scholarship that can send me to the farthest place possible from this hell hole.

That's my goal for now, I've only got two years to go. Oh God, I totally forgot to introduce myself, my apologies. My name is Nora Grey, I'm sixteen, I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly long hair that holds it's own against even the best flatirons. I'm 5'5 and all legs, they're my best feature. I have light skin that takes on a sun-kissed glow in the summer. I'll be a junior when high school starts this year.

But this story isn't about me or my screwed up childhood. It's about HIM, the most annoying and aggravating person that you will every meet, he frustrated me and drove me absolutely crazy! Who is he you ask? He's none other than Patch Cipriano. Most think he's an Angel, a few say he's Fallen, but what he really is is my stalker and he's obsessed with me. How did I meet him you ask?

Well, I'll tell you exactly how, but it's the complete opposite of romantic. In fact, it was absolutely horrible, humiliating and down right embarrassing. Do you still want to know? Ughh, fine then, but it's just between you and me, got it? I'm trusting you to keep my secret because this is the story of how a total moron who stole my heart...

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

I was in the backseat of the purple dodge neon that belong to my best friend Vee Sky, next to her is our other best friend Bella, and we were blasting music on the radio. It was the last day of summer and we had decided to do something all together before school started the next day. So there we were on our way to the movies on a Sunday night.

"So what do you guys want to see?" Vee asked from the driver's seat.

Vee has minky blond hair, green eyes and is a few pounds over curvy and she is my un-twin. We know everything about each other, there is an invisible thread that ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.

"How about 'See No Evil'?" Bella asked from the passenger's seat.

Bella has long, dark hair with brown eyes and an attitude that no one wanted to mess with. We haven't been friends quite as long, but we that didn't mean we weren't all close because we were.

"No," I protested, "I don't feel like seeing a scary movie tonight. How about 'Wild Hogs?' I heard that's supposed to be funny."

"That's fine with me," Vee agreed.

"Alright then, 'Wild Hogs' it is," I announced, making it official.

"Aww, no fair! You guys always gang up on me!" Bella mock whined, making us laugh.

Yeah, these are my best friends and without them I would have lost my sanity a long time ago. Thank God for them.

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

Fifteen minutes later, we were all in line, paying for our tickets.

"Three tickets for 'Wild Hogs' please," I said politely to the girl behind the window. I don't know why but she seemed rather annoyed with me, almost as if I had done something bad to her like stealing her boyfriend.

She had flawless pale skin, sea blue eyes, a lush mouth, and fine, straight blond hair that tumbled past her elbows. It was parted at the crown over her oval-face. She had a willowy figure but very feminine. She couldn't have been more than five years older than me and looked as if she hated being there. I waited as she punched in a few buttons and told me the price. I nodded and began to dig in my purse in search of my wallet, but it wasn't there.

I looked up at her and gave her an uneasy apologetic smile, but she just looked back at me like I was stupid or something. I went back to digging for my money as she began to smack her gum really loud in an aggravated beat while she drummed her fingers on the counter in impatience. After an embarrassingly long search, I finally found my wallet and handed her the money. (Note to self, clean out purse.)

'Dabria' (that's what her name tag said) glared at me and rolled her eyes as she took the money and held out the tickets. However, when I went to grab them, she wouldn't let go for anything. I had to practically rip them out of her hand and when I did, she gave me the evilest smile to mock me. After that, I quickly walked away; glad to have gotten out of that situation and away from her.

"Well, it's about time babe," Vee said as I caught up with them in the snack line.

I just rolled my eyes and waited as Vee practically bought everything in the whole freaking snack stand. Typical her. Vee is voluptuous, Scandinavian fair, and in an unorthodox way, incredibly sexy. Our friendship is the only thing standing in my way from letting my jealousy get the best of me. The only thing I have going for me is my legs, and maybe my metabolism. But definitely not my hair. I wish I could feel as confidant and sexy as her, she'll eat anything she wants even though she's always going on diets, although she said the first three letters in the word diet should tell us what she wanted them to do.

"Ooh, someone's totally got the hots for you, Nora," Vee said, elbowing me in the side and giving me a wink.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Look over there. That smoking hot guy is seriously checking you out!" Vee said with a smirk.

I turned around and sure enough, some guy was looking at me. His black eyes sliced into me and the corners of his mouth tilted up. But he was just looking. It's not a crime to stare, you know. He wasn't actually checking me ou- wait...was he...was he actually checking me out?! YeP, he definitely was.

His midnight eyes were skimming up and down my body with a steady gaze. When his eyes met mine, I quickly turned around with a deep shade of flaming red appearing spreading fast across my cheeks. It didn't take much perception to realize he was trouble, and I had enough trouble in my life already. No need to invite more. He did look alluring though...

"Is he still looking?" I whispered.

"Oh yeah," Vee said with amusement, "And now he's coming over..."

"What?! He's coming over?!" I said.

"Yeah, I think he wants to talk to you," Vee said, making me extremely nervous.

"Come on, let's go!" I said, rushing past them.

They, of course, followed after me. With all that I had witnessed during my childhood, I wanted to avoid guys at all costs. That's just how I was, Hank had ruined me. I had grown up with the one thing that I hated more than anything and I had developed a natural fear of it. Guys.

I had learned to block out the one thing that I knew could hurt me.

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

Ten minutes into the movie, Vee announced that she had forgotten to get twizzlers at the snack stand and guess who got elected to go and get them for her...YeP, that's right, me. God, didn't she have enough snacks already? Why would the absence of her precious twizzlers even matter with the mountain of candy she already had?!

Twizzlers are like gold to her though; she has an addiction to them. So being the good friend that I am I gave her my ticket to hold and there I was, heading towards the snack stand for my candy-addict friend, who apparently didn't have enough sugar yet. However, as I was walking towards the concession counter, the unbelievable happened. Some klutz holding two large drinks decided to trip on his own two feet.

Unfortunately, I just had to be standing in the right place at the wrong time and I gasped out loud as the contents of both drinks spilled all down the front of my shirt and onto the floor. At first, I was so shocked that all I could do was gape at him as I stood there dripping wet. Then, I managed to blink to at least show acknowledgment that I was aware of his actions instead of completely paralyzed by shock.

I wanted to yell at him, tell him what an idiot he was for not being more carefull, but I was speechless. When I finally snapped out of it and really looked at him my mouth fell open. It was the same guy that had checked me out before! He was really tall, like 6'2, tall, lean, hard and muscular with blacker than black wavy hair that was slightly longer at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms. I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes. When my now steel-gray eyes met his midnight black ones his face paled like he'd seen a ghost.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he apologized.

He rushed over to help me, but then slipped on the now slippery floor. Before he could regain his balance he plowed into me knocking me to the floor and landing on top of me! Yes, he was on top of me in the most...'awkward' position and I could feel everyone staring at us. What really aggravated me was the fact that this guy hadn't even attempted to remove himself from his position over me, not one single little effort, no he just stayed where he was and stared down at me!

"Get off!" I bit out, pushing against his chest ,which didn't even budge him. I don't think he even felt it.

Then a light bulb went on and he decided to get off of me. When he had finally gotten to his feet again, he held out his hand to help me up. I took one look at it in disgust and then ignored it, standing up on my own. Now we were both soaked standing there locked in each others gaze. I broke the no blinking game to look down at my shirt and groaned in disgust and frustration.

I really hated being here now. My night of fun was over. I was about to walk away and forget all about this creep, but things just had to get worse, I mean ,why not? It's not like my life was bad enough, right? The same girl who had sold me my ticket with the evil smile suddenly materialized out of no where and was glaring at me. Shit.

"I don't remember you coming in. Where's your ticket?" she asked snide.

I can't believe that she's actually assuming that I don't have my ticket... oh God, I actually don't have my ticket! I suddenly remembered giving my ticket to Vee because I was too lazy to hold it. Well this freaking sucks. Hold on! She's got to remember me.

"My friend has my ticket with her, but you remember me, right?" I asked giving her my best innocent look, trying to save myself from a bad situation, but getting nothing back but a look of contempt and suspicion.

I think that I can actually hear the crickets in the background it's so quiet as she just stares at me.

"You know...from the ticket line...?" I said, trying to refresh her memory.

"No, I remember no such thing. We don't allow people to sneak in," she glared.

Damn, this girl must seriously hate me, because I know that she remembers me.

"Whoa, she didn't sneak in. I saw her-" the guy beside me began, but the girl cut him off.

"And who are you? Did you sneak her in?" Something in the way she looked at him was... off?

"No, I-" he started.

"Out!" she yelled, grabbing us and escorting us out the door.

She basically threw us out and slammed the door behind her, leaving us to stand outside alone and deserted in the cold. I can't believe this! I just can't believe this, oh wait, yes I can it's me and this is the type of shit that happens to me. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the last day of my summer vacation. (Note my sarcasm) I was standing outside in sticky soaking wet clothes, shivering in the fall cold, with no ride home. I guess that I could always walk home...

So there we both stood in silence even though I could feel him watching me. In truth, the silence was awkward, but I wanted it to stay that way.

Please don't talk to me. Please don't talk to me. Please don't-

"I'm really sorry for what happened. Are you okay? Do you need any help?" he said, walking towards me.

"No," I muttered coldly as I brushed right past him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, running after me.

"Home," I answered simply, starting to walk faster.

"Well, can I at least give you a ride?" he asked.

"No, I'll walk," I said, though I'd much rather take him up on his offer. It's a hell of a long walk.

"You can't be serious," he said.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Why don't you just let me give you a ride?" he asked.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because!" I said angrily.

This guy was really starting to get on my nerves. No matter how fast I walked, I couldn't seem to lose him. He was like a freaking parasite or a guardian angel gone bad! Stalker... I quickly stopped and turned around, deciding to confront him.

"Will you quit following me?!" I snapped.

"No," he said stubbornly, "Not until you let me give you a ride home."

Apparently I'm not the only hardheaded person here.

"What are you going to do, kidnap me?" I glared.

"Maybe," he smirked, "Just accept the damn ride home."

"Sorry, but no," I said with false politeness.

I began walking again but I could hear his footsteps right behind me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and turned around again.

"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" I said.

"No, probably not," he said with a mischievous grin.

"If I let you drive me home, will you finally leave me alone?" I asked, considering his offer.

"Of course," he grinned with a glint in his eyes.

I sighed, deciding to give in to him, this was Coldwater it wasn't like I was in any danger since everyone knows everyone else.

"Fine, where's your car then?" I asked, giving him what he wanted.

His face lit up immediately and he smiled in triumph. Damn him.

"My name's Jev, but everyone calls me Patch," he said, holding out his hand.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes as I walked past him ignoring his outstretched hand.

I couldn't see him, but somehow I just knew that he was smirking as he followed after me.

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

When we came to a stop I found myself looking at what wasn't a car.

'Patch' swung on the motorcycle and tipped his head at the seat behind him. "Hop on."

"Wow. Nice bike," I said. Which was a total lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap. I had never been on a motorcycle in my life, ever. I wasn't sure I wanted to change that tonight.

"I like the feel of the wind on my face," I continued, hoping my bravado masked my terror of moving at speeds upward of sixty-five miles an hour with nothing standing between me and the road.

There was one helmet-black with a tinted visor-and he held it out for me.

Taking it, I swung my leg over the bike and realized how insecure I felt with noting but a narrow strip of seat beneath me. I slid the helmet over my curls and strapped it under my chin.

"Is it hard to drive?" I asked. What I really meant was, is it safe?

"No," Patch said, answering both my spoken and unspoken questions. He laughed softly. "You're tense. Relax."

When he pulled out of the parking space, the explosion of movement startled me, I'd been holding on to his shirt with just enough of the fabric between my fingers to keep my balance. Now I wrapped my arms around him in a backward bear hug.

Patch accelerated onto the highway, and my thighs squeezed around him. I hoped I was the only one who noticed.

When we would stop at lights he tried talking to me, but I would quickly end his conversations with simple words like 'oh' and 'yeah'.

The rest of the time there was nothing but silence, and I was thankful for it. I didn't want to talk to him; I'm stubborn and I hold grudges easily, it's just the way I am. I could see him catching glances at me in the mirror from time to time and it was really starting to get on my nerves.

When we stopped he started talking again.

"So, I told you my name..." he said, trying to give hints to me, but I thought that it would be funner to play dumb and say nothing.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?" I asked stupidly, without looking at him.

"Well, you got a name?" he asked, being more specific.

"YeP," I said while examining my nails and acting uninterested as we waited for our turn to go.

His eyes were on me in the mirror, expecting more to the answer and waiting patiently. When he took the hint that I wasn't going to say anything, he cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes before meeting his eyes.

"Yes?" I asked with false sweetness.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" he asked.

"No," I replied before going back to pretending to admire the scenery.

I can't be sure, but I thought I heard him laugh softly to himself. Not that I really cared or anything.

Finally, he pulled up in my driveway and I swung off the bike and removed the helmet before racing for the door, determined to get the hell out of there.

"Goodnigh-" he started, but I slammed the door.

I know his eyes were on me the whole time and as soon as the door was closed I slumped against it, listening as he drove away and I sighed with relief. He was gone.

And that's how it all began. We met because he spilled soda all down the front of me. Blame it on the damned drink. But this wasn't all. Nope. Just wait until you hear the rest of the story. Hell, that was just the beginning. (rolling my eyes) Are you absolutely sure that you want to know the rest of how I met my moron? I mean, my stalker...

Well, you CAN'T...alright fine. Ughh,here we go, but don't forget, you asked for it!

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

Anyway, the point was that I thought that I would never see HIM again after that night, I thought that it was over. Ohhh, how I was wrong, so so so very wrong. God, I had completely misjudged the situation and was unaware of the possibilities, blissfully unaware...

Boy was I in for one hell of a shock.

Different, right? Like I said at the beginning, this is NOT the type of writing/story that I am used to doing so what do you guys think? The challenge came from one of my daughters young friends so it's a stretch for me to really think like them, although living with and being surrounded by teenagers gives me an up-close and personal view and knowledge of how they think and talk.

One of the things I love most about writing these fanfics is the way you can try all different types of writing/plots ect that help you really grow as a author. Some of you will like this, some of you will hate it so all I ask is if you don't like it just go find something you do enjoy reading, no flames please. If you like it let me know! Hearing back from you guys brightens my whole day, even if it's only a sentence!

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