Somebody I Used To Know // Jason McCann

Chapter 2

I couldn't sleep at all that night. I felt like I was being watched and it made me too uncomfortable to sleep. And to make matters worse, those big, beautiful eyes from that heartless criminal were all I could see every time I would close my eyes. Stacey's reaction to me seeing Jason replayed through my mind as I tried to think of a logical reason why she was excited for it; nothing came to mind, except she was mentally unstable and needed lots of help.

"I-I saw Jason McCann."

"What?! You saw him?!" Stacey exclaimed, I just nodded in response. "When?! Where?! Was he even hotter in person?!"

I rolled my eyes at her last question and finally found the strength to stand. "He was... intimidating." I told her. "He stared at me so intensely, it was weird, and scary. But yes, he is definitely more attractive in person than in pictures."

"You lucky little bitch!" She yelled, smacking my arm.

"How am I lucky? I was just spotted by America's most wanted! He could've followed me here! He's a dangerous killer! And you're telling me I'm lucky?!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're overreacting. Why would he want to kill you? You haven't done anything to him."

I guess she made some sense, but I still don't understand why she was getting excited about him being in the city. He could hurt a lot of people, but she isn't the least bit worried about that.

Suddenly there was a tapping noise coming from my window, interrupting me from my thoughts. I sat up in my bed and looked out the window at the dark city. I noticed it was windy out, the tree by my window swaying back and forth and the leaves rustled.

"Must've been a branch hitting my window." I thought.

I tried to calm myself down and get some sleep, but it was impossible. I laid awake in my bed, wondering where Jason McCann was and if he ever did follow me.

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The next morning I was woken up by a scream. Jolting up into a sitting position on my bed, I found Stacey scouring through my closet like a crazy woman.

"Stacey, what are you doing?" I asked through a yawn, still half asleep.

"You know that gray top I have with the really cute white design that I love?" She quickly asked, I nodded in response. "It's gone! I've looked everywhere for it!"

"That's what the screaming was about?"

"I have an important interview today for my job and I need to look good! I was hoping to wear that top with my white jeans, but it's gone!" She explained, now looking through my drawers.

"Did you look in the dirty laundry?"

"Yes! I've looked everywhere at least twice, it seemed to have just vanished!"

I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was acting and got off my bed. "I'm sure it will show up somewhere, just wear one of your sun dresses and you'll be fine."

She sighed. "Fine, but if that shirt shows up right after my interview, I will rip it to shreds."

"But then you'll have to buy another one because you love it so much."

She gave me an annoyed look before stomping out of my room. I rolled my eyes and sat up in my bed, shaking my head at the mess she made in my closet.

Her and her clothes.

I felt a small breeze hit me, making me looked towards where it came from- my window. It was fully opened, but I always leave it only halfway open.