Out of the corner of her eye, there
he was. Mixed emotions tossed around her mind, and she shook her head,
trying to clear things, trying to make sure that she wasn't completely
losing it…
Blink.
Breathe.
Still there.
Why was he doing this? Following
her every move, watching her with those eyes, keeping her in his sights
even if she didn't realize he was there. He was always there;
she'd come to that realization. Every time she thought someone was
watching her, it was because he was.
What was the meaning of this…?
She intended to find out.
That was, after she was finished
with this forced appearance on the karaoke stage.
-*-
She looked like a deer in the headlights,
those dark eyes wide and frightened, fingers shaking as she took the microphone…
She'd noticed he was there.
Noticed. Knew.
And maybe that's what had brought
her to the point where she couldn't deal with anything else. He was
obsessed with her, yes, but possibly…
Her obsession for answers was more.
She wanted, needed an explanation.
He wasn't sure he could give her
that.
But here she came, off the stage
– had he missed something? Or had she just walked off, not wanting
to deal with the idiocy of her so-called 'friends?'
He wasn't sure.
But here she came, dark hair flowing
around her, eyes slightly fearful, but questioning…
"What are you doing here?"
"Last time I checked, it was a free
country and…"
"You…you're…stalking me."
She was shaking now, those doe eyes of hers filling with angry, confused
tears. She didn't like this one bit, he knew, but the fact that she'd
figured that out…
"I wouldn't say stalking, Princess…"
"What the hell?" Brianna's
confusion grew a little more, and somewhere, he knew that if he didn't
get her out of there, her friends would come looking – or maybe not.
Those two seemed to be having a
quite giggly conversation with a local meathead.
"Sweet, sweet Brianna…we need to
have a talk…"
So this is where she ends.
It was almost tragic to him, but he'd known she'd have to go sometime.
It was just…sooner than he'd actually
like.