I sit up, scooting away from the man. He watches me like he's watching my every move with narrowed eyes.
"I can call the police," I say my eyes darting around the room for my phone.
"I'd have you killed before you could do so." He reaches into his pocket and brings out my phone, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly.
I can feel my heart hammering in my chest as I watch him with wide eyes.
"I just ask one simple thing." He shrugs.
Why is he so obsessed over this? Is he really so crazy to want to have the "kills" for himself? Maybe he's gay for Jake, I squint my eyes in the dark to get a better glimpse of him, I mean he could be.
"Are you gay for Jake?" I blabber out and snap my mouth shut when he shoots me a deadly glare.
"What?" He says venom dripping from his voice.
"I said if you were-"
"I know what you said, it's absurd."
"It seems like that," I mumble, I see a gun poking out of his waistband and purse my lips, he seems to have a low temper.
"You would watch your mouth if you knew who I was." He glares at me through the darkness.
"A sidekick?-" I stifle a laugh and move the blankets off myself to the corner of the bed. Maybe this is me trying to lighten the mood by having a killer in my room. It just seems like these days everyone decides to be one-
Before he can say anything I get up from the bed putting distance between us, checking the clock. 3:39 AM.
"Whats your name?" I ask.
He has a blank expression before he answers. "Shawn and you?"
"So you followed me around like a stalker, break into my house, and wake me up from my beauty sleep but still don't know my name?" I ask in disbelief.
"No?-" He says as if he's stating the obvious.
I shake my head, this can not get anymore weird, and I'm not taking a risk telling him anything about me even if he knows where I live-
"I can't do anything about your Kylie problem, I work for her not the other way around. So please, get out because I have an early shift and I don't want to be fired on my first week." I say frustrated.
He looks at me and I can't tell what he's thinking. Shawn gets up and takes a long stride towards me, but I take one back. He looks over my shoulder into the kitchen.
"I want to finish my noodles first." He says walking past me to the counter where I see a bowl of prepped noodles. When did this happen-
