I don't own griminal minds. Lol, I also suck at typing.
Now where did I leave off? O yeah…
"What do you mean by 'close'?" Brody demanded, clenching his jaw and trying to bore the answer out of me with his glare.
I was too startled to answer. I had just realized how very tall he was.
"What do you mean?" He repeated slowly, deliberately, as if he was trying to stop himself from grabbing my throat. Now that I think back, maybe he was.
"I – I – just notice that you're – ar-round more." I stammered, unable to look away his icy eyes. The muscle in his temple twitched, then slackened. Brody looked a little less intense than before, but still big. "I guess that I'm not used to that…" I trailed off, mad at myself. Was I giving him the wrong idea?
"Oh." He muttered, unclenching a fist to swipe his dirty blond shag away from his forehead. The motion seemed to make his eyes desquint. "Oh." He said again.
"Yeah. So… yeah." Suddenly really awkward, I turned and sped down the crowded hall cursing myself. I had tried to confront my stalker, choked because he was tall of all things, I'm five nine for pete's sake, I chastened, so why am I afraid of a tall person?, then gave him the wrong idea by making it look like I wanted him to stay away because he was growing on me. Ungh. I immediately went and vented to any teenage girl that would listen. It didn't help.
Instead of Macklin backing off – as per the original plan – he seemed to take encouragement from our strange run-in. School became a living nightmare for me, I was so afraid of everything I said being taken down in Brody's little notebook I'd seen him carrying around. He started to play nickleback on his ipod loud enough so that I could hear it – nickleback was my favourite band that year. He made sure that I saw him reading all of my favourite books – and I mean all of them, no matter how girly. He wore too much cologne, tried to show me he was smart by answering every single question our science teacher threw at the class (he was hardly ever right), and he 'casually' asked several of my friends what classes I was going to take the next year. Knowing my exact feelings for the stalker, they lied to him. The problem with that was he asked several different people, and got several different answers, from which he deduced that they were lying. The day after that, I caught an overpowering 'whiff' of axe, and never saw my course selection form again. I had had to get another one from the office.
Ah, summer, my salvation. It couldn't roll around quick enough, but it eventually came. I ran out into the July sun - it smelled of newly cut grass, suntan lotion, and a family vacation to Saint Louis Missouri. Not only was it a convenient 3000 kilometers away, St. Louis was in a different country. Unless Macklin had a passport ready and a plane ticket on demand, I had 3 weeks moins stalker!
That summer was bliss. Our family drove till the cows came home, drinking in every inch of Missouri and Illinois combined. And after 2 weeks of touring, my parents dropped my older sister and I at a camp in a little historical town called Nauvoo. The cute brick houses held cute geriatric old people wearing cute pioneer dresses. It was in one of these cute little shops that I met the boy who would change my life forever.
And, apparently, Brody Macklin's life too.