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Jamie's Point of View
Throughout the next day I heard many conversations about what Alex and his friend (me) had done. I was used to being talked about. It had never been new to me. I had been really popular back at my old school in Florida so I was generally talked about a lot. I only had two friends now and the only reason I had those two friends was because they had forced themselves on me.
I remembered how Alex had finally wormed himself into my circle of friends; my empty circle of friends. He had one day randomly sat at my vacant lunch-table ignoring the glare I had given him. He would chat to me on end, not minding that I didn't answer. The rest of the week was the same. I had found it slightly annoying, but bareable The next week, though, when he took a place at my table I had been crying about Mark. It was not a good time to get on my nerves. He asked me if I was okay and I snapped. I yelled at him for a good ten minutes, calling him a nosy obnoxious bastard and many other unpleasant things, then broke down sobbing. He had comforted me through the whole rest of the lunch period. I had liked him ever since then.
Later, I had asked him why he had decided to sit at my table that day. He told me that I had looked like I needed a friend and that he had never seen me smile. I denied it, but he just smiled sympathetically.
Danielle had become my friend more subtly. We were both violinists in orchestra. She was second chair and I, first. We had gotten assigned to be partners in an orchestra project. I tried to get out of having partners but Mr. Smith refused, telling me that no matter how good I was at the violin that I needed to get acquainted with the rest of the orchestra. I had been surprised, Mr. Smith usually let me get away with a lot more than the others did because I had already won three first places in violin competitions. She sat at my lunch table to work on the project and never left.
Finally, I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to the door and threw it open. I loved hanging out with Alex. I instantly felt happier when I saw his smiling perfect face.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Let's go." I smiled as we walked to the car.
I strolled out of the mall with two bags in my hand. It was a pretty good haul. Of course, Alex had gotten more items than me. But, I was satisfied with what I had got. It was then that I noticed the strange boy...man. He gazed at me, his deep, black eyes wide with awe. For a second I got lost in them. Goosebumps rose on my arm and I shivered.
"...is so weird. Don't you think, Jamie?...Jamie?"I came to my senses. What was I doing?
I grabbed Alex's arm and muttered, "Let's go." I caught his confused expression, but ignored it and dragged him to the nearest building.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing. I'll explain later."
I forced a swift glance behind me to see if the stranger was still following me. It looked clear...for the moment at least, I was safe. "What's wrong?"
"I just thought that a weirdo was watching me," I replied. Alex grimaced and peered over my head, obviously concerned. It bothered me that he cared so much. It would be so much easier for me if he didn't.
"Did you see what he looked like?"
"Yeah," I thought for a minute. "He was really tan...and he had black hair and dark eyes. He looked pretty tall, too. And for some reason he wasn't wearing a shirt. But I think that I'm safe...as long as you'll be my bodyguard."
He grinned, his eyes sparkling in humor. "Any guy is no match for me."
He didn't understand how true those words were.
I grabbed his hand, clutching it tightly (having a stalker was almost worth it if it meant I could hold Alex's hand) and led the way to the open walk area. The perturbed feeling didn't leave me, even though the ominous guy was nowhere in sight. I still felt like I was being watched...but maybe I was just being paranoid. "Well, I don't see any tan black-haired tall guys," Alex stated. "Too bad. He sounds kind of hot." I nudged him playfully, hiding my apprehension. We strolled to the parking lot and found Alex's conspicuous car in little time, keeping up the chatter to try to distract myself in vain.
Of course, Alex being so observant, noticed that I was uneasy.
"You okay?"
"Fine." I lied.
"Don't worry about that person, James. No one is going to hurt you."
You don't know that, I thought.
He rubbed my shoulders and tried to comfort me. "As your bodyguard, I won't let anyone untrustworthy within ten feet of you, ok?" I smiled. "If he shows up, I'll kick his ass." I allowed a chortle or two to pass through my lips.
Soon, we arrived at my house. Too soon. "Call me if you need anything," he assured me. I waved, and he drove off. I heard a noise in the woods near my hours. I shuddered and hurried to my backyard.
I wasn't in the mood for an extensive discussion about curfew, so I sneaked through the back door and tip-toed up the stairs to my bedroom, stealthily avoiding the noisy steps that would surely wake up my parents. I trudged into bed, exhausted, and tried to tune out the numerous qualms that flurried through my mind. It was stupid for me to think about the mystery man, who'd stared at me as if car appeared out of nowhere and had ran me over. I had bigger things to be worried about: homework, studying, a project, and Alex. Alex. The biggest problem, clearly. No one could ever make me feel like Alex did. No one could ever be as accepting and kind. No one would love me truly for who I was. Except him. And that's why it was stupid for me to think that I had a psycho stalker...I had nothing to offer! Certainly not looks. Wait… why would I even care if that creep liked me anyways? I started making a list of all my negative traits, and by the time I was on number 53, I drifted into slumber.
I woke with a start, heaving and trembling. I abruptly shoved my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming, and pulled the sheets over my head. The eerie feeling did not go away as I'd hoped it would.
In the dream, the threatening teenage stalker followed me home. He opened the window and stood over me, watching, staring, never leaving. It wasn't the fact that he was there that freaked me out the most (although that was a big part of it) or the fact that I didn't know if he was going to kill me, rape me or just continue to look at me with electricity sizzling beneath his eyes, but the fact that there was an inexplicable (but undeniable) connection between us. I shook the disturbing thoughts out of my head; the "stalker" (who, A, probably wasn't a stalker, B, probably wouldn't know where I lived, and C, for the record, wouldn't be interested in me anyway) was not here, so why worry about it? Just to reassure myself, even though I knew how stupid I was acting, I crept over to the window to check.
I scanned the darkness, my eyes searching the flat ground, but I found nothing. Relieved, I exhaled. What was I expecting to find anyway? I laughed at myself for being so idiotic. I should have never allowed my worries to get to the point where I couldn't separate silly nightmares from reality. I decided right then to forget the whole horrible incident and return to bed, of which I should have never left. I was about to close the blinds when I heard something shift in the bushes in the yard. I froze, literally paralyzed in terror. My heart pounded in my chest. It was the only noise that came from me.
Immediately alert, I held my breath and focused on the patch of shrubbery. Again, I heard the rustling. If I was able to breathe, I would have begun to hyperventilate. But all I could do was look on in horror as the plant shook violently. Gradually, a huge dark shadow shifted inch by inch out of the foliage. I couldn't tell who it was or what it was...I couldn't move or think. I blinked, and the...the thing...disappeared from sight. Without realizing what I was doing, I locked the latch at the bottom of the pane and scrambled to my bed. A mournful howl pierced the night, chilling me to my bones. I threw my covers over my head, squeezing my eyes shut. I laid in bed for an hour before I fell into a restless sleep.
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