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Trespasser

Chapter 3: Show Me You Care

ELI'S POV

Maybe I was crazy…maybe I made a mistake…but I wouldn't know until I tried.

Time after time last night I tried to forget the girl who came into my yard, but only to find that I could not. I circled the neighborhood last night, but I paused at her house; I knew it was her house because I watched her and that jackass – who I assume is her boyfriend – walk inside it together.

As I stood outside her balcony, I knew I had to see her again. I also knew that I could not be in her life, for it would not help anyone; it wouldn't help me and it definitely wouldn't help her. Just one last time I wanted to see her face and eyes, so I had to make one last attempt to read her.

My plan came into my mind when I saw her book fly out of the window. It was about to hit the mud below when I caught it. Curious as to what this girl would be reading, I gazed at it and a lopsided smile crossed my lips; she had a copy of the second volume of Stalker Angel.

So she reads my work?

It was flattering to know this fact. I then heard her shouting at someone, telling them to get out. Was she really affected that her book was thrown out the window?

Whether she was or wasn't, I was holding the key that would allow me to see her again and I was not going to pass that up. Being the writing addict I am, I pulled out the pen and pocket-sized notebook from my jacket and quickly scribbled my note to her. Thankful that the balcony was not far above my head, I picked up a small, heart shaped rock and put the note up there with the rock on top of it.

I hurried back to my house, not sure if I should expect her or not.

I was living on the ounce of hope that she would come to me to retrieve her book, but that was all I had. And it was kind of heartbreaking to know that it would only be because of the book that she would come.

But that was better than nothing, right?

Trying to forget the negative and trying to only focus on the fact that I could possibly be seeing those wonderful eyes and angelic face again, I checked the time on the clock on my side table.

It was almost time to meet her.

My stomach got that weird sensation between pain and pleasure as I pulled on my mask, grabbed the work, left my room, descended the stairs, and stepped into the yard. I journeyed over to the spot I first laid eyes on her, twenty-four hours ago.

I stood there patiently with the book in my hands, hoping that this beauty was not spending time with her douche of a boyfriend and was going to make it...

CLARE'S POV

I slept with the note under my pillow last night. Yes, maybe a bit strange on my part, but it gave me comfort…it made me feel wanted and special. The masked boy wrote that note for me and for me alone; it was nice to know that someone had taken seconds out of their day to only think of my existence for once.

I was now running a brush through my curls when I saw that it was almost time to meet him. Smiling, I pulled on my denim jacket and moved out of my room with quick paced, joy-filled steps.

I was trying to determine whether I was more excited to see this boy or to get my Stalker Angel book back, when I saw something that made my good mood come to an abrupt halt.

My mom and Nick were lying down on the couch, her on top of him. Their lips were locked as he held her around the waist and she kept his face in her hands. I could hear their moans from where I was standing and it made me both sick and hurt. Why did she have to this now, while I was at home?

They noisily separated their lips and I heard them giggling while gasping for air. If it were up to me, from the scene I'm watching, I would've thought we were on the moon, where there was no such thing as air to breathe.

"Want to take this somewhere else?" I heard him ask her, neither of them noticing me.

"Clare's right upstairs," she reminded him.

Like you care, I scoffed in my head. I wanted to say it, but my voice refused to work.

"My son's not home," he reminded her. "We can finish this off there."

"That sounds…perfect," my mother whispered seductively, leaning down to press her lips to his again, and I cleared my throat, only startling my mother. Nick just groaned, while saying, "Oh Clare, you're up, good. Fitz said he'll be at the park, waiting for you. He wants you to meet some of his friends; Helen and I thought you two should spend more time together."

"Okay," I said, then headed for the door, not bothering in turning back.

Since Fitz wanted me to be at the park for him, I could just use that as an excuse to see the masked boy once again and get my book back. Either way, I needed to get out of that house, whether it was by lying or going to the park to walk around by myself. I sure as hell wasn't going to spend time with Fitz.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I approached the gate of the Goldsworthy manor. My heart was racing and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I fixed my top and pulled up my jeans. I tried to find a mirror anywhere, to check if I looked presentable. I smiled, seeing a nearby hearse directly parked in front of the house.

"Great, of course, the day I want to look halfway decent, I can't," I mumbled, while looking into my reflection, flipping my curls to one side, and then the other, trying to get it perfect.

"You know, you look beautiful; you don't need to check," I jumped at the voice, slightly startled, considering he wasn't standing their seconds before. Looks didn't seem so important anymore as I glanced over to my left shoulder, seeing the masked boy, clutching my Stalker Angel book in his hand.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to like…disturb your car."

The boy's eyes softened beneath the mask and I could tell he was smiling at me as he said, "It's a car…not a person. Although, I think Morty does like you."

"Morty?" I asked, my legs going numb, the blood draining from my face due to excessive nerves.

"It's his name, the car."

"O-Oh right, I knew that. I'm sorry, I'm so…disrespectful, using your car like that and I never even got the chance to introduce myself yesterday. About that, with the soccer ball-."

He held up his hand, signaling for me to stop while I was ahead, "It's fine, your boyfriend got the ball out, no harm done."

"Y-You think he's…?" I chuckled, snorting embarrassingly, as my eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm sorry…I'm just, extremely nervous right now, and I have no idea why. I'm just here to get my book back."

"Right," he clutched my book in his right hand, before he held it out to me, "I-I have your book, right here. This book just came flying over your balcony. Lucky for you…I caught it before it touched that mud hole in your backyard."

"Yes, yeah thank you for um, you know, catching it," I whispered nervously, butterflies exploding in my stomach as I glanced at my book, and then his eyes, which were staring intently into my soul. The hot weather, on top of his staring, was not helping me out at all. He was making me feel hot and bothered. Not in a sexual way, but in an 'it's frickin' blazing out and he's not making it any easier' way.

"Anytime," he mumbled and I slowly reached out for my Stalker Angel book. When my hands got a good grip on the edges, I realized that the corners weren't bent like Fitz had previously made them. I smiled faintly, before whispering, "Y-You evened out the edges, thank you."

His eyes softened, and his grip tightened, "I don't know what you're talking about; here, here's your book. Now, get off my property."

He practically threw my book at me, and I stumbled back, my hopes going from sky-high to ground low. Tears were forming in my eyes and I didn't even know why. It's not like I knew him or we were dating. But I felt like he wanted to get to know me, or at least my name.

"My name is Clare by the way," I shouted out, as he stopped in his tracks on his patio, then I mumbled, "It's not like you would care anyways."

I inhaled sharply, gripping onto my book for dear life, letting my tears slip through my eyelids as they stuck to the pages of the book. My chest heaved as I watched the masked boy turn his head slightly over his shoulder, before muttering, "Get off my property, or I'll call the cops."

FITZ'S POV

"So, your dad is banging her mom while she's begging you to bang her? That's some fucked up shit bro," my friend, Owen, said while inhaling his blunt before handing it to me. I shook my head, saying, "I have to stay clean; Clare wouldn't want me doing that stuff then coming home to her like that. I swear though, she had me backed up against her bedroom wall last night. Our parents just had to cock block us."

"Pros and cons to living with your future stepsister and stepmom," Owen joked, before taking another drag and then continued, "But, they've only been together for two days, anything can happen. Your dad is kind of a 'do then go' kind of guy, if I do recall?"

"Yeah, he is. But, something about Clare's mom makes him tick, or at least that's what bullshit he told me last night." I swung upside down on the monkey bars, before lifting myself up, "Isn't there supposed to be kids here, or something?"

"Dude, it's nearly a hundred degrees out, what kid would want to be outside in this weather?" Owen asked. "I mean, think of it this way…if you guys move in, you'll be able to bunk with this girl, get a couple of nights out of her, then when she's all well and dry, you move onto the next girl."

"Isn't that what I always do?" I asked, chuckling. "Man, she's just so…oh, if you saw her you'd be on your knees for her in an instant. But, yesterday I played the whole 'shirtless Fitz' on her. Her eyes wouldn't stop staring; it was like she was in a trance."

"Yeah, a sex-crazed, horny trance," he mumbled, inhaling deeply once again, clenching his eyes shut. "Listen, you've got to be careful with this girl though. If you sleep with her, you gotta make sure that your parents aren't around. Why don't you…give your dad and her mom the idea of going out for date night tonight? This way, you get a chance with the girl, your dad gets a chance with her mom, and it's a win-win for both of you."

"You know…I always used to question our friendship, but now I know why we're best friends."

ELI'S POV

"Get off my property or I'll call the police?" I growled, ripping up the papers and throwing my desk chair over my head, my chest heaving with rage. I was panting heavily before I grabbed my papers covered with writing, destroying my recent work with my bare hands.

"You're beautiful, you don't need to check?" I seethed through gritted teeth, my jaw clenched tightly as I continued to let my fury out. "Clare…her name is Clare. That's the most innocent fucking name in the book!" Anger getting the best of me again, I hit anything in my pathway, listening to the crash of glass against the floor.

"It's not like you would care anyways," I mumbled, impersonating her voice, before taking the only mirror in my house and slamming it down on the floor, while screaming, "I CARE! OKAY? I FUCKING CARE!"

I raked my violently shaking fingers through my hair, as my knees hit the ground, and I watched the remains of my finished work for the new volume lie on the ground in shreds, nothing but litter that would take centuries to piece back together.

I was right…doing that was a mistake…

"I care," I whimpered, staring at my unmasked face through the cracked glass on the floor, as my unshed tears started to blur my vision, stinging my eyes, "I…fucking…care."

CLARE'S POV

"Clare, honey, Nick and I are going out…Fitz is going to stay to watch you," my mother told me as she came in, happiness written all over her face as I turned onto my side, facing my bedroom wall.

"You know, I'm the same age as him," I stated, not wanting to be treated like I was going to be babysat.

"I know sweetheart, but you two can look after each other. Are you sure you're okay about this?" Tears streamed down my face, as I hugged my knees close to my chest, as I forced out through quivering lips, "Go out, Mom…have fun; don't be home too late."

"I love you, Clare, and don't worry so much, Nick and I will be back by midnight."

And with that, I heard my bedroom door close. I sighed in relief, letting my tears flow freely down my cheeks.

I clenched my Stalker Angel book close to my chest, my mind only thinking of one person, that one person whom given me hope so quickly and did the one thing I feared the most: took it away.

It all happened so fast, too. One second we were fine; the next he was telling me to leave. Although I did not know him, my heart broke as he told me so cruelly to go away.

"He doesn't care."

END OF CHAPTER 3

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