The Stalkers

Chapter 1: Start of Trouble

Talitha's POV

Imagine being kicked out (literally) from your only job. It's not that nice since the job stinks in the first place.

I'm here in a bar called Heavie's and I'm on my fifth margarita. My mind is going back and forth. I'm really gonna kill Joe (my employer) someday. I can't believe he fired me because I was late! He didn't even fire Sylvia, who secretly steals the cash out of the cash register. Just my luck, huh?

So here I am, in Heavie's, already drunk and practically poor already since that job was my ONLY source of income. Life sucks when it's such a good friend to you. Please note the sarcasm.

I kinda live up to my last name. My name is Talitha Stalker so yeah, I DO kinda stalk people sometimes, or most of the times, or... whatever. Just remember that I stalk a bunch of people a lot of times, okay? I'm not joking about it though. It doesn't mean I'm a creeper or anything. Or maybe I am. Nah, I'm not!

I know I'm drunk which totally surprises me. I can't believe I'm drunk and I still have a right thought telling me that I AM drunk. Crazy, right? But I did not say that I am crazy or that you have to put me in a mental hospital. I just thought that the thought I was thinking about is crazy. Wow, when I put it that way, it sounds confusing and weird.

I started to stare blankly at the dance floor when a guy suddenly approaches me.He seems so totally HOOTT. Sheesh, what is wrong with me?

"Hey" he says to me.

"Hey" I say back to him. He orders a whiskey and after he got his drink, he looks at me again.

"My name's Siote Chuy" he says to me "what's your name?"

"Talitha Stalker" I say. My voice sounds a little tipsy.

"Talitha" he says, as if testing the quality of my name "what a beautiful name"

A blush crept to my cheeks. It's not clear though since my face is already red from drinking too much margaritas but that's me though. I'm drunk but it doesn't really show much. I have no idea why I'm like that though. I put the blame on my parents. 

"Thanks" I say to him, seemingly sober. Emphasize the 'seemingly'.

"Well, Ms. Stalker" Siote says then hold out his hand "would you like to hit the dance floor with me?"

I smile.

"Yes" I say, slowing taking his hand.

We went to the dancefloor and danced like there's no tomorrow. My head whips to the huge neon clock.

8:00 PM

>>>>>>>2 HOURS LATER<<<<<<<

I woke up with a huge ache in my head. I groaned from the pain. I noticed that I was on a bed and it was somebody else's bed. What the hell?

A clock that was on a nightstand was beside me. I checked the time and it was 10:01 PM.

Where the heck am I? Wasn't I just at Heavie's dancing with.... Siote?! 

OMG. This is not good.I glanced on the other side of my bed. I saw Siote sleeping soundly. Oh man, he is hot. Wait, what the heck am I thinking right now? Ugh, darn this dude's hotness.

Ok, now I kinda regret going to Heavie's. I barely know the guy and here I am nude in his bed. Gosh, I just noticed that I'm nude. Ugh, Talitha Stalker! Pull yourself together!

I was drunk so I don't even remember to what the hell happened at all.

Suddenly, Siote wraps his arms around my waist. I flinched and it kinda made it worse. He snuggled even closer! Wow, this boy is gonna be the death of me. This is definitely something gone wrong. I slowly got out of his arms and quickly put on my clothes. I'm about to do what Stalkers know best other than stalking: RUN.