"Why are you at MY house?!" I gasp, looking back in the house to make sure my mom wasn't around, shutting the door behind me.
"A hey would work too y'know." He looks at me with a sarcastic grin.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW IN THE ACTUAL WORLD DID YOU FIND MY ADDRESS?"
"Well when you walked away, I honestly just secretly followed you home, did you think I would disappear when out of your sight?" He laughed. "I just wanted to ask you for your number. That's all."
"I really don't care. I'm here waiting for my friend and it's becoming blatantly obvious you can't take hints, can you?" I said.
"Alright fine, have my number then."
He throws a small piece of paper at her and walks away with his hands in his pockets.
"Your choice, toss it or keep it, but I really would love it if you kept it." He says, while walking away.
He is so weird.. who randomly asks for a random girls number and tracks them down? Better yet FOLLOWS THEM HOME. He's bad news. Very bad news.
"What's all that rustling in the distance.. I SWEAR IF YOU'RE STILL THERE-" I pause, now that I think about it, he never even told me his name to begin with..
"Hey hey relax it's just me!" Delilah says, popping out of the bushes. "Now you're gonna need to tell me what all that was about, once we get settled in with my beautiful snack platter!" She grins. I don't think she understands just how pretty she really is when she smiles.
"Alright alright, i'll fill you in, let's head inside now or I just might get frostbite." I laugh.
"I feel you, lets go!"
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"I can certainly tell you cleaned your room from last time, but knowing you, you probably shoved it under your bed." She says looking around.
"I won't deny, nor confirm such allegations." I say jokingly.
Delilah peaks under my bed, seeing the pile of clothes, wrappers, and books I stockpiled under it.
"AHA! How do you plead?" She orders.
"Guilty..." I sigh, plopping on my bed.
"Verywell. I hereby sentence you to 20 years of cleaning under your bed!" She says using her hand as a gavel. "Anyway, what movie we watching again? Oh right those weird horror comedy movies?"
"Yep! What snacks you got?" I ask.
"Oreos, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate bars, sweet and sour candy, and some fudge I made yesterday on one side, and we got chips, cheese and crackers, salami and ham, nuts, and some fruit on the other! She says, pointing to each.
"Nice, this will be a great movie night!"
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"So you're telling me you have NO CLUE who that guy is, and he has just been following you around all day?" She repeats.
"I mean yeah, I don't even know his name, but he wanted me to have his number too and everything. It's kinda creepy, but i'm not gonna lie, him being our age makes it slightly less creepy." I say while staring at the paper.
"So that's his number huh? You should text him! Maybe he knows you or something, either way you gotta ask, or he will just keep following you around."
"I guess you're not wrong, I really should ask if he goes to our school as well.. more pros than cons.. i'll do it." I say proudly, dialing the number in my phone. "I'll text him... later. I'll let you know when, I just need to figure out what i'll say.."
"Just simply ask him "Why are you following me? What do you want?" and bam, questions answered." She says.
"I mean that could work, but there's more to it then just that." I think. "Hey I was wondering, what took you so long to get here? I know you said you'd be here around 6:30 and not on the dot but jeez, you're never that late.."
The room goes silent as she tries to act like the TV tuned me out.
"Delilah?" I ask again.
"Oh yeah? Sorry I was really invested in that scene..!" She chuckled nervously.
"I was just wondering why you came over so late."
"I just didn't keep track of the time, I made the platter, did a quick workout, showered. Y'know!" She says, arguing with herself with whether or not that was technically a lie or not.
"Hm, alright. Well I do have you to thank for this wonderful platter!" I say.
Me and Delilah chuckle, watching the rest of the movie when we hear a loud bang on the door.
"Oria..- ORIANA JANIAH ROUGE, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL WORLD ARE YOU WATCHING."
Shoot.
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My "Friendly" Stalker
Novela Juvenil"The names Ori, or Oriana Rouge. Typical high schooler that has sorta strict parents, and a best friend. While taking a jog with my best friend I come across... a guy. Not just any old guy either. Some could call him a playboy, or a bully, or just a...
