Valentine's Day

Chapter Nineteen

HELLO MY DEARS! hahah! OMG, finally, the most stressful part of the exams are OVER, and I can go high and write again. Okay, this is a SUPER LONG CHAPTER, because I got tired of Juliet going on and on and on and on about her day, so here you go. I placed the happenings of the day in italics, so if you're damm tired of it, skip it. The present day is definitely more interesting because Juliet stops complaining and ranting and decides to...hmm, I shall leave it to you to read eh?:) Oh, big reminder, I know there was a messup in the previous two chapters so last emphasis, Juliet has a bracelet:)

A DAY AGO:

  "What do you want, Thomas?" I demanded.

  Thomas shrugged.

  "I saw you both over here, so I thought I'd come over to say hi. I didn't know I would meet such hostile response." He smirked at me.

  I rolled my eyes. I could see Carmen biting her lip, showing sudden interest in the jewellery by the side. 

  Crap.

  "Okay, since you're done, you can leave now. Bye." I said quickly, injecting as much venom as I could into that sentence.

  He didn't get the hint. No, wait, being a jerk, he was unbothered by my hint. 

 Leaning against the counter, he smirked and glanced at the bracelet.

  "It really does suit you. You should get it." He advised.

  "Thanks, but no thanks. Once you're done being a stalker, you can leave." I turned away from him, trying to signal Carmen with my eyes to leave.

  She didn't look at me. I saw her hands clench at the counter.

  "Stalking someone is definitely more sophisticated than this. They don't usually make their presence known." Thomas said lazily.

  "So why did you?" I demanded, wanting to shove my fist up his face.

  "I got tired of waiting. I was at the library, and you were taking such a awfully long time." He sighed. "Before you dropped the book on her though, you were really slow. Is she okay?" He asked, his eyes flickering with concern. 

  HAH. Fake concern.

  "She would be loads better without you. Now, please get rid of yourself." I said patiently.

  Thomas chuckled and leaned closer to me. I took a step back instinctively.

  "Not going to happen," He said lazily.

  I sighed.

  "Fine, then we're leaving." I grabbed Carmen and stalked out of the shop.

  "Are you alright?" I asked her as soon as we rounded the fourth corner. 

  I tried to keep our way complicated so he couldn't follow us, and  I kept up with my pace, because you never know if a crazy stalker might follow you. I'd drag her to the toilet if I had to get away from him.

  "Yeah." She muttered, not meeting my eyes.

  "Oh gosh, that jerk is such a..." I paused and peeked behind to see if he was following.

  No way.

  Here is the typical scene you would expect:

  "He was following right behind me, that arrogant glint in his eyes. Clearly, he wouldn't stop following me no matter what I did to get him off my back. Honestly, this guy was getting annoying. One day, I swear I'm just going to grab a car and run him over."