The season of Fall was over with Winter coming in straight behind it. Trees were bare with no leaves, instead caked with snow that fell every now and then. Ice had formed in some areas, making it difficult to avoid landing on your butt. Temperature dropped resulting in the heavy coats and scarves to be ripped from the bottom of closets.

Winter is my favourite season. Most people complain about how cold and wet it is but I love it. It was always so pretty and it seemed romantic in a sense, all the snow lying around, the way street lamps glowed in the black sky...maybe I'm just weird like that but I love Winter but I don't think I'm going to enjoy it much this year.

It was nearly every two days now I got a letter from that creep. Sometimes they came with photos, with him telling me he was 'always watching me'. I don't think they were being sent through the mail either, I think he came up to my door and put it through the letter box with the address and everything to avoid suspicion.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid when I go out, go to school even in my own home. I know this guy was watching me. I don't want to get the cops or anyone involved. If this guy was watching me then there was a chance he might lash out and hurt the people I care about and I'm not about to let that happen. I won't be able to live with myself if anything happened to them. I try to push it to the back of my head and forget about it but...how could I forget something like this? I just wish it was some sick joke but I know now that it's not...

"You know what I've just realized?" Gerard said from under me. We were lying in his bed, the covers keeping us warm in his room as we snuggled together. Half of my body was draped over his, an arm around my waist and a hand in my hair holding me close to him.

The letters also included Gerard a lot more, calling him all sorts of cruel names. This guy hated Gerard from what I could tell. He said he would do...things to Gerard if I didn't leave him and go to him. I don't even know who the hell he is! He hasn't tried anything so far so I'm guessing he must be all talk and just hopes that I'll be scared enough to do it. Truth is...I nearly am.

"What?" I ask, not bothering to open my eyes or move to look towards him. It was night and the both of us couldn't really sleep, me because of those stupid letters and Gerard...I'm not too sure about.

"We haven't been on a date yet," He stated. I scrunch my nose at this. Surely that wasn't true.

"Sure we have," I said, still thinking.

"Not a proper date. Sure, we've hung out together in our homes and that but we haven't been on a proper date."

"So, you're telling me we have been going out for a month and a half and we haven't even had our first date?" I asked. I think he was right. I don't think we have been on a proper date and we are into December!

"Yep. We need to fix that."

"What do you have in mind?" I question.

"You'll see. I'll make it a surprise." He said. I could hear the smile in his voice as he said it.

"Alright. Whatever you do, I'm sure I'll enjoy," I reply, removing myself off of Gerard, taking the place beside him and turning my back on him. I could feel his body become closer to mine; his front pressed into my back as one of his hands found mine and intertwined them.

"Andy, is everything alright?"

"Yeah," I say, knowing where he was going with this.

"You seem...a little off lately. You can talk to me." I know myself I've been off. Those letters have affected me greatly. Before, I just pushed it to the back of my mind and forgot about them but now they were becoming more persistent, I found my mind thinking of the worse that could happen.

"I know Gerard. Don't worry." I don't want Gerard to know. I don't want anyone to know. I'm hoping that they will dim down yet again.

"If you say so," Gerard said, moving in and kissing my check. "Remember, I'm here if you want to talk."

"You're usually the first if I want that," I muttered, trying to assure him.

"Alright. Goodnight."

"Night."

"I love you," I didn't reply to Gerard's declaration, instead just stroking his hand in return. It was too dark for Gerard to keep an eye on me to see if I would fall asleep so he just gave in to sleep, soon snoring slightly. I know I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. I've been paranoid about those stupid letters that I haven't even begun to try and figure out one thing; who was doing it...

"Andy, wake up," I shot up and stumbled back slightly as I was shook awake, ready to push away whoever it was. I stopped when I saw Gerard looking a little startled. I sigh slightly and place my head back in my arms.

"Sorry," I say. We were in homeroom, waiting for the teacher to come in.

"You are getting worse. Maybe you should see a doctor," Gerard said. He was referring to my sleeping pattern and nightmares. They had been getting worse by the day. If I managed to sleep for one or two precious hours, I would find myself getting rudely awakened by my realistic nightmares. They became more vivid and horrible. Sometimes I kept myself awake just to avoid seeing them. All because of stupid pieces of paper with words on them.

"I'm fine. Just a little...preoccupied." I said, choosing my words carefully.

"With what? I'm getting worried about you," He said, reaching out and placing a hand on my cheek lightly.

"Seriously, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind," I said, trying to calm his own my mind.

"Such as?" He asked, letting his hand slid down my cheek, down to my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. I already have an excuse for this, one I know he will believe because it was me and I would do this.

"Just the SATs and everything," I sigh, moving myself up and leaning into my chair. Gerard laughed slightly.

"Andy, they are not until May. Why are you freaking out now?"

"You know me. Just thinking about academics sends me nuts," I say, giving him a smile. He smiled back.

"You shouldn't think about crap like that. Just think; in a week it will be winter vacation and Christmas. That ought to make you excited." I gave him a slight nod.

"Yeah, I guess..." The teacher soon walked in with someone following behind him. It was a girl with platinum blonde hair that was straight and long. She turned to face the class. She was pretty I guess, like the type that could be a total bitch pretty. She wore a skirt...in this weather...okay. Her eyes were a dark blue, husky even. I don't think I like her.

"Alright class, we have a new student joining us today. This is Claire Griffin, please make her feel welcomed," He said in a very bored tone. Griffin...I'm sure I've heard that before. The girl, Claire's, eyes drifted around the room until they laid upon me and Gerard. He eyes flashed as she bit her lip, giving a sort of smile. I hope she isn't giving that to me...or Gerard for that matter.

"Take a seat," The teacher told her. She walked up the classroom until she came to the empty seat in front of me and Gerard. She sat down, crossed her long legs and leaned again Gerard's table. I could see she was giving him the 'eyes'.

"Hey, there," She practically purred. Gerard seemed shocked a little by this.

"Hi?" He said, not too sure of himself.

Yep, I don't like her.

"And she's all; 'oh look at me with my blonde hair and long legs!'"

"You are probably just reading too deep into this."

"I'm not. I'm a girl too, remember? Don't act like it but I know how they act," I told Ray. It was Chemistry now, fifth period, and I was filling Ray in about Claire and how she flirted with Gerard, well, tried to flirt with Gerard as he was slightly confused and uncomfortable about it.

"I hardly think Gerard would go for her," Ray assured me.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I just don't like how she is being with him is all. I don't care if I'm judging on first impressions but I don't like her one bit."

"You're not meant to like the girl trying to flirt with your boyfriend. It's nature you will find. Have you seen her since then?" Ray asked.

"No. I haven't seen her since homeroom and Gerard would have told me if he saw her. Oh, god, she's going to be in my art class, isn't she!" I cried. The bell rang before Mr Duffy could yell at me for crying out like that. Ray continued to try and calm me as we packed away our stuff.

"I'm sure that she isn't and if she is, you can always ignore her."

"I really can't when she is all over my boyfriend," I sneer, not at Ray but at the situation. I had enough to think about without the thought of someone trying it on with my boyfriend.

"Well, Gerard knows that you are his one and only," Ray smiled, tapping my nose. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, you're right. It's just..." Ray held up his hand to stop me.

"I know. Come on, you're going to be late for Art." I nod and follow Ray out of the classroom. We said our goodbyes and I hurried to Art, making record time as the thought of Claire being in my class fuelled me. My heart unclenched as I saw Gerard sitting in his usual seat but no Claire. I made my way over and dumped my thing.

"Hey," I said, giving Gerard a smile which he returned.

"Hey," He said, adding a kiss to my lips.

"So, how was French?" I ask, pulling out my stuff for the class.

"Kinda annoying since that Claire girl is in my class." I shot up from my bag to look at him.

"What?"

"Yeah, she was talking to me all weird and was trying to touch me and..."

"Really not helping the urge to leave the class and find her," I sing, my eye twitching slightly.

"Don't. You know Young is set on expelling you."

"It would be worth it..."

"Andy, just leave it. You know you're the only girl for me," Gerard assured me with a smile. I sigh, nodding slightly.

"Fine, I won't do anything but I don't like the fact she just ignores the fact that I'm with you and tries it with you."

"And I'm immune to it. She looks totally fake and I've never liked that." I nod, knowing this to be true. I push it to the back of my mind as Miss Hannigan walked in to start the class. We have the dark room today so I was going to spend half of the lesson in there developing photos for my project and personal use.

The dark room wasn't far away from the class so it was quick to get it and set everything up. I was on my own today so I would be able to work quickly. As I set everything up and prepared to start the developing process, someone came in. Thankfully, I hadn't started to develop meaning nothing would get ruined. I look to see who came in, groaning as I did.

"What is it?" I ask Claire, not bothering to hide my dislike for her. She just smiled smugly at me.

"I just wanted to see what the whole thing was," She said, looking at me up and down.

"Not much to look at, are you?" She sneered. I lowered my eyes at her.

"Why are you here?" I say, not bothering to retaliate. She ignored the question and walked up to me.

"I don't see what he sees in you. I mean, look at you; you aren't the prettiest, anything but. Your body is...ick and your hair..." She reached out to take a bit but I backed away from her.

"All dry and bland. Maybe he is going out with you because he pities you." My hands clenched into fists as she said those things. I tried to not let them get to me but, she sounded so sure.

"Is that all? If this is all then..." I started but Claire interrupted me.

"He'll realize what a fool he's been and dump you then I'll be there with open arms," She said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Open legs is more like it," I said. She just shrugged.

"Face it, Harrison, you are about to lose your precious Gerard. He's too good for you. You don't deserve him."

"And who the hell are you to judge?" I ask, trying my best to hold my body back and not attack her.

"Please, like you are one to talk. I've watched you two. You hardly act like a couple! Something tells me Gerard wants something more in a relationship; maybe you don't satisfy him sexually. I can fix that..."

"I'm sure you can now get out before I get mad," I said through gritted teeth. Claire just grinned, knowing she was getting to me.

"Oh, did I strike a nerve? I just thought I would give you a head up, since I'm nice like that. I'll leave..." As she backed away, she gripped a tray off of the desk and flung it towards me. I managed to hit the tray out of the way but the development fluid managed to hit my face and get into my eyes.

"Oops, butterfingers," I heard Claire laughed with the door closing behind her. I tripped over my feet and fell to the ground; my eyes clenched shut as the fluid stung and affected my eyesight. The fluid wasn't safe when it came into contact with eyes. It could cause temporary blindness and sting like a bitch, that's why goggles were always warn in here.

I tried to wipe my eyes of the stuff but it was too late. The little I could open my eyes, my vision was complete blurred and I could barely see. I would get Claire back for this, back for everything she just said. Like Gerard was stupid enough to fall for her tricks. She was thick if she thought she could take Gerard away from me. He was my best friend before he was my boyfriend, he wouldn't betray me like that...

I heard the door open again and someone walking in, closing the door behind them.

"Hello?" I said, wanting to know who had just entered. They didn't reply, instead I heard footsteps coming towards me. I backed away slightly, not comfortable with the sitiuation.

"Who is it?" I say, my voice a little shaky. I tried to open my eyes but was meet with a blur and pain, making me close them again. I felt a hand grasp my shoulder, making me jump slightly.

"It's okay," The person said. The voice was somewhat familiar but I can't place it. My hair was pushed away from face.

"Did someone do this to you?" Before I could say anything, the person spoke again.

"Was it that trash you are seeing?" I froze on the spot. It was him. The man that had been plaguing my nightmares and my life. He was the man sending those letters. I'm sure of it. His voice was the one from the phone call, the one that happened during the weekend Gerard and I got together. He was here, in front of me and I couldn't see him.

"Get away from me," I say, backing away slightly.

"Don't be like that. I only want to help..."

"Then stop sending me letters!" I cry.

"It's the only way I can talk to you right now. The only way I can show you that I care."

"Just leave me alone," I whimper, my walls finally breaking down. My eyes were still affected, making them useless.

"I can't do that. See, you are so much more than you know. You are everything I love...and everything I despise." What the hell was he talking about? It made no sense.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, trying to retain myself.

"I'll tell you later. Right now, I say we should get out of here." I felt his arms go around me. No! I cannot let this happen. I prayed that I had good aim and forced my foot forward, hitting something and earning a cry of pain. I force myself up and force the body down to the ground. I tried to hurry out of the room, feeling around to make sure I would trip over or hit anything. I heard the man continue to groan as I found my way to the other side of the desk. Knowing where to go from here, I tipped the desk over, hearing another cry and making my way to the door. I felt it to find the door handle, ripping it open and running out into the hall. I hit the wall but force myself onto it, feeling up it quickly to find my way back and away from this creep before he recovers. I heard a noise coming from behind me, making me move quicker.

Please, oh god please let me be lucky this one time...

Hello! I hope you enjoy this latest installment. Oh, the stalker gets revealed!...not really, you are all still clueless. I will say this though, a little clue if you will. The stalker is NOT random. It isn't some randomer that saw Andy and said, 'oh I'm gonna follow her everywhere' and that's all I'm going to say. If you wish to take a guess, feel free but I will not disclose anymore information. I just wanted to calm some ideas as somebody groaned when they asked me if the stalker was random. Anyway, thank you for reading! All the reviews so far, thank you greatly for them and more are loved. Thanks again! Until next time!