Maybe a week? No not a week…has It been a week? It couldn't be. It feels like only a few days but John's changed so much. In the span of a weeks felt amount of time. His hairs ever so shorter, he must have got a trim. His glasses, there's something off with those two! I'm good at pointing out these little things If I do say so myself. I set on a metal park bench texting my half sister, Rose. She's a sweet heart and understands me. I could be texting while walking home or hanging around in a coffee shop like some damn hipster but I'm not about to stoop that low. No.
Most people would be working or, at my age, at college. But here I am watching a boy not even two years younger then me play with his friends at a fucking park…Like a creeper. I really need a job. I bet I could get a job as a DJ like my bro or maybe even a body guard. I have a nice body and I know who would look good pressed against this body. Simple imaginary images of what John would look like under his stupid khaki shorts and bright green shirt dance in my head. My red flip phone, fuck you It's ironic as hell, vibrates on my thigh. Even though I'm internally a bit startled I keep my composure and flip It open. It's Rose, obviously.
"So, are you still stalking that boy?" She texted. I can almost hear her light chuckles as i read the words over.
I sigh and punch the buttons that lead the the sentence, "Not stalking. watching. whats It 2 u anyways?" I clasp my phone closed and stand up to begin the short scurry home, but hear a John yell something that sounded…pained? I wait a second before turning around trying to keep calm but being worried my property might have been damaged. I can see him setting on the ground holding his knee and from what i can gather, he fell? Or maybe was pushed? Either way a slightly shorter boy in a gray- holy fuck he's wearing a sweater in this heat!? John seriously has some fucked up friends. Any ways the kid helped him up then brushed his hands off on the sides of his black shorts. I turn around, after successfully identifying any threats, and attempting to make my way home
again.
John Is mostly safe and that's going to have to be safe enough. Well at least for now.
so this Is the third chapter and now I'm having my gf check over them for spelling mistakes. ;w;
she's so good to me.