Chapter Seven

Claire's POV

I'm finally home. Shane made chili and I'm not allowed to leave the house. They never caught Jason so we don't know if they're going to strike again or leave us alone. I'm hoping they'll leave us alone personally but my opinion doesn't count.

"Someone needs to make a store run and I'm not doing it. Michael's asleep so have fun Shane!" Eve yells from upstairs. Shane sighs and shrugs on his jacket and grabs the keys.

"Can I come? I technically won't be leaving your sight," I say, pulling out the puppy dog eyes. I've been home for two days and have yet to leave the house. He frowns.

"I guess but your not leaving my side," he compromises, grabbing my hand. I roll my eyes. I look down at the ring on my finger and a happy heat runs through me.

"So, I have a feeling if we don't start planning the wedding, Eve will plan it for us," I say, squeezing his hand. His expression softens as he leads me to the car.

"Probably. I wouldn't doudt it or put it past her," Shane says, opening the car door for me. I get in.

"I just realized that means I have to pick out a dress... and tell my parents," I say. I'm officially 18 but my parents are still wary of Shane. They think he's the reason I keep getting hurt.

When we get to the store, Shane lets me out.

"So what do you want for dinner?" Shane asks, reclaiming my hand and brushing a kiss over my forehead before leading me into the store. I almost feel like a little kid. I glance back at the car and catch a glimpse of a shadow that looks to be following me. I put it off as my imagination.

"I was thinking tacos tonight, chili tomorrow, spaghetti Tuesday, and order pizza Friday. That okay?" I ask. Shane grabs a basket.

"Sounds great," he says and begins loading the cart with food and cokes. I roll my eyes.

"I'll get the meat," Shane looks at me disapprovingly," I'll be right back. Promise."

"You have three minutes," he says, throwing more food in the basket. I roll my eyes but go to get the meat. I see Jason at the end of the aisle. I ignore him and grab some ground beef for the tacos and another one for the spaghetti. Shane's getting the stuff for his chili. Lord only knows what he puts in there.

"Hi, little Claire," Jason says as I try to push past him to find Shane. He grabs my wrist.

"Let me go, Jason," I growl, yanking at my arm.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, kneeding my gunshot wound. I yelp in pain and stomp on his foot. I throw my hand back and punch him in the face. He cries out in pain. I walk over to Shane like nothing happened.

I didn't know that this was the start of a week where I was stalked. I can't be the only person that thinks it weird to be stalked by your best friend's little brother. Or that I keep getting little notes from him asking me questions that he writes me the answers to. I didn't know that something bad was gonna happen. But it's Morganville so I should of guessed it.