Initially, before I became a stalker, I was on my way to my job at the library. Yes, as the "protagonist" of this story, it is awfully cliche of me, but I could never be someone who works in retail. I'm positive that I'd end up slapping a Karen or a Kyle by the end of my first day. Either way, the library needed an assistant to run the checkout desk and organize the bookshelves. Seemed easy enough, and the pay isn't bad either. I'm due at the library by 9:50 am. It's currently... 8:45 am, meaning that I have about an hour and five minutes to stalk this guy and somehow make it to my job on time. And to make matters worse, the library is on the other side of town.
Either way, I had to at least pretend to be an experienced stalker (Which, if you couldn't tell, I really am not). On the other hand, I watch more true crime than the average human being should, so I'm pretty well versed on the whole idea.
Now presenting:
Rules of a Stalker:
Be inconspicuous. Your stalkee (probably not a real word) should not be aware of your existence.
If you are seen, don't panic. It makes you look more suspicious.
Do your best to blend in. Be slightly obvious. Socialize, don't be too afraid of people recognizing you.
Pretend as if what you're doing isn't completely batshit.
Do not get caught.
Luckily, I grabbed a hoodie on my way out this morning, so I pulled it over my head and kept walking. I made sure to keep a reasonable distance away, and kept my eyes downward. Ever so often, I couldn't stop myself. Even if it was just from behind. And I could barely make out his face, I just couldn't stop looking at him. I can't help but linger on my glan-
He's stopped.
Maybe he's just tying his shoe.
He's turning around.
Oh, shit shit shit! What should I do?
Halfway turned.
Just keep walking! Keep looking at your phone!
Three-quarters.
Just as he turns, I walk past him. Phew.
Please, please, please leave me alone.
"Hey!" he shouts after me.
Fuck.
I stop in my tracks, take down my hoodie and take out my earbuds.
"Can I help you?"
He steps closer.
"Where are you headed?"
Think of an excuse. Quickly.
"I'm not that keen on sharing with strange men."
"Fair enough, I was just curious as to where a cutie like you might be headed," he teased, smirking at me.
Did he just call me cute?
I hope my blushing face isn't that obvious.
"So the strange man thinks I'm cute? Interesting." I responded.
He chuckles.
"Oh, I definitely do." He stepped closer, "I was wondering if I could join you on your walk to nowhere; possibly get to know you a little better."
...DOES THIS HOT GUY WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME?
"Sure. Although, I don't really hang out with people I don't know the name of."
He tilted my head up to meet his eyes.
"But isn't the mystery that much more interesting? And isn't it mutual? I haven't the faintest idea what your name is either."
"I suppose that makes sense."
"Then shall we be going?"
"We shall."
Heh. I guess I'm not as bad of a stalker as I thought.
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