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""Do you know who that guy outside is?" I asked. She looked up from her cell and looked out the window. "What guy?" she asked. "There's no one there." That's when I realized, no one could see him but me."

I felt my jaw drop a little. What the hell? Why can't she see him? "You ok?" The girl was looking at me like she was worried I was going to spazz out on her or something. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine." I managed to choke out, and I quickly turned back to the window to hide my stunned expression. How could she not see him? Was this some kind of joke? I thought as the bus pulled from the curb, leaving the strange man staring at the back of the receding vehicle. I turned to watch him disappear around the corner. I sighed in relief and leaned back against the seat and began to dig through my backpack to look for my iPod. It probably was. It's probably somebody's uncle or something come to visit. I shouldn't be surprised no one wants to tell me. We aren't exactly friends. Ah hah! I grinned as I pulled my Nano out of the front pocket of my backpack. That would have been so much easier if I had a purse. Our school had this weird thing about dress code and decided they wanted us to all look professional. So they decided on the stupidest school uniform idea (girls had to wear a hideous plaid, knee-length skirt, white polo, and black Mary-Jane and white roll-down socks. At least the guys could wear khakis and loafers.), and decided that the pursed the girls all owned were too flashy. They tried banning them, but parents complained so much that they lifted the ban. Then the male's parents said it was sexist that girls were allowed to carry a bag in the halls, so the school board decided on a universal system. Each student received a monogramed backpack to tote their stuff from class to class. But someone had the bright idea they should be the same color as the girls skirts. That god-awful green plaid. Everyone hates the color. But there's no use complaining. So I was stuck with this hideous plaid backpack with ill-proportioned pockets.

I put my ear buds in and cranked up the volume just loud enough not to hurt. I usually did this. It was usually too early to think. But now I didn't want to think. That was just too weird. The bus pulled to a stop sign and I turned to look out the window and immediately sat straight up in my seat. There was that guy again! That just wasn't possible! There was no way he could have followed the bus ten minutes. Unless he had a car. But he still would have had to stop and get out. It looked like he had been waiting there. This was just getting way too weird. After what seemed an eternity, the bus pulled away from the stop sign. I shook my head. I couldn't believe this. What the hell did he want? I closed my eyes and listened to the music blasting in my ears. I almost missed the bus stopping to let me off. I quickly gathered up my stuff and got off the bus. I was still creeped out by the guy in the suit, so I pretty much ran into the building.

"That's so creepy!" exclaimed my friend Mandy as we set our lunch trays down on the cafeteria table. It was lunchtime and my group of friends had just listened to recounting of that morning's creepiness. "Totally." Said my other friend Katie, "And you're sure you've never seen this guy before?" "Positive." I said sitting down and pulling my PB&J out of my lunchbox. "I've lived there for years and I've never seen that man in my life." "I'll bet you had and simply forgot. I highly doubt there's anything creepy about the guy. You were probably just tired and seeing things." Chimed in Samantha. "Samantha!" exclaimed the last member of the group Olivia, "You need to stop being so skeptical and try to be helpful here! This is a traumatic experience here! Scarring!" I rolled my eyes. She was always so dramatic. "I hardly think it was scarring Olivia, but it did freak me out."

All of a sudden our other friend James popped out of nowhere. "Hey, girls! What'cha talkin' about?" Mandy looked up and swallowed her mouthful of the cafeteria's meatloaf. "Hey babe," she said grinning, "we were just talking about Rebecca's creepy matrix stalker." He plopped down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Sounds fascinating. What's for lunch?" Olivia looked scandalized. "You would seriously rather talk about that mystery crap than a mysterious man in black?" "Uhhhh, pretty much, yea." I grimaced. "Seriously dude. Do you even know what's in that shit?" "Nope. And I don't really care." "How can you not care? Imagine, just walking up to an adorable little baby cow, and stabbing it with a fork and eating it. That would be disgusting!" "Not really. That sounds tasty." "You disgust me." "You're irritating!" "At least I'm not resorting to petty insults." "What do you call this then?" "Witty retorts."

This whole time everyone else was watching us bicker and like they were watching a tennis tournament, their heads turning to look at whoever was talking at that moment. Mandy giggled. "You two are adorable." I turned to glare at her. "….Never mind." "James stood back up. "On that note, I think I'm gonna go get my slice of charred baby cow flesh." I turned my glare to him. "Go to hell James." His ever present grin grew wider. "I would, but the devil had a restraining order placed on me awhile back so…" He was cut off mid-sentence and had to duck because I grabbed Olivia's roll and chucked it at his head, earning myself a nasty look from the lunch-monitor. The last thing they wanted was a food fight breaking out. James just walked away laughing.

"I can't stand that asshole." I mumbled. Samantha snickered, "So why do you talk to him all the time then?" They continued to nitpick my "relationship" with James for the rest of our meal, the conversation about the mysterious guy forgotten. For them at least….

A little longer than my last update, and I want the majority of my updated to be this long or longer. And I promise that the wait is almost over. Next update: Down the Rabbit Hole we go! ;D