Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
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"I feel like I'm being watched." I muttered, looking into my glass of nearly finished lemonade as all the girls looked at me questioningly.
"What do you mean, watched?" Sam asked, leaning closer to me with narrowed eyes.
"Like I'm being followed, or watched. As if someone's been keeping an eye on me. I don't know, I might be paranoid, but the feeling is so constant. And it's been there for ages now, ever since—" I shrugged, stirring my straw as I tried to remember when I first felt like that, back in high school.
"Did you notice anyone following you?" Reina asked, but I shook my head.
"I tried looking for someone, anyone I knew or a person that could be following me but there was no one whenever I looked back. But there's always like a— a prickling feeling at the back of my head. And I'm dizzier than usual sometimes, forgetting things, too. I—I don't know, it might be nothing." I said, shrugging.
"Have you been taking sleeping pills again, Lea? It could be a side affect, perhaps." Nikki asked in concern, placing her hand over mine but I shook my head.
"Not since a while, no." I confirmed and saw her thoughtful nod.
"Then maybe you're just overthinking stuff. With everything that happened, it's normal to overthink things sometimes." Lola suggested, finishing the last of her milkshake when I nodded slowly.
"Maybe. Yes, you're probably right. This is stupid." I waved it off as if it didn't matter, but in truth, it was creeping me out, and I knew the girls knew how I was feeling.
"It isn't stupid, Azzy. You could be imagining things, or there really might be someone following you, but I can not for the love of god imagine anyone doing that. You don't even know anyone other than us. You don't even piss off our enemies, and that's saying something." Reina added.
"Maybe I'm short of sleep. I haven't been sleeping well these past few days either." I confessed.
"Could be. How about I stay with you tonight?" Sam asked and I smiled.
"That sounds nice. I could use the company." I said, somewhat sighing in relief I wouldn't have to bear the strange paranoid feeling alone.
"I would've stayed as well but my parents would murder me." Nikki said dramatically, like she always did, always making her parents seem like some next level gangsters, even though I found them pretty amazing.
At least she has parents.
Shaking my head, I tried to rid my mind of the damaging thoughts and instead focused on the positive.
I have my aunt and uncle who gave me the love I always needed and more, a perfect cousin in Jamie and then Tony, my overprotective brother from another mother.
