-Content warning: Minor violence and threats.
Stan was lying in bed, rage coursing through him. He had been trying to breathe calmly and take his mind off of the girl but he couldn't.
Who even was she? Stan felt...insane? What was this?
Stan got up and grabbed his computer, he went on social media and started searching.
He knew what she looked like, didn't know her name but as long as she went to the same school he got this.
After what felt like an eternity of clicking and scrolling, Stan's eyes landed on a profile picture that he recognized. It was her – the girl who gave Gary her number. With trembling hands, he clicked on her profile.
Her profile had everything...her school, her age, her relationship status....her address...she wasn't that bright, was she?
But as he stared at her address, a wave of guilt washed over him. He knew it was wrong to invade her privacy like this, to use the information he had found to help him. Yet, he couldn't help himself.
He wrote down her address and left, grabbing a ski mask that hung near his door on the way.
He ran out of the house and down the streets of the neighborhood. He was searching for the address desperately. And after what felt like forever, he found the house.
He walked up to it, nerves on edge, it was dark. He looked through the windows and saw her.
She was in her room, reading a magazine. Stan felt a smile form as he made sure to locate her parents. They were upstairs, asleep.
'Perfect,' he thought. Stan climbed into the house through an unlocked window and walked to her room.
He swung open the door, the girl, startled, looked up from her magazine. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw him standing there, an intruder in her room. She opened her mouth to scream, but Stan quickly covered it with his hand, muffling any sound. "Shh, don't scream," he whispered urgently, his grip tightening slightly. "I'm not here to hurt you, at least I hope not. I just need to talk."
The girl's heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at him, fear and confusion evident in her eyes. She nodded slowly, indicating that she understood.
"Gary...the boy you gave your number to, remember?" Stan asked.
The girl nodded.
"Good..stay the fuck away," Stan said.
The girl's eyes widened in shock at Stan's words. She struggled against his grip, trying to push him away.
"What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fear. "Why are you here? What do you want from me?"
Stan's grip on her mouth tightened even further, his own anger flaring up at her defiance. "I saw you give Gary your number," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "I know what you're up to. But let me make one thing clear – stay away from him. He's mine."
"Let me go," she pleaded, her voice muffled by Stan's hand. "You're hurting me."
But Stan's expression remained the same. "I'll let you go if you promise to stay away from Gary," he insisted, his voice a low growl.
"Fine! Fine! Ok! Ok!!" she yelled, "Just let me go!"
Stan smiled, "Good. And if he contacts you then push him away. Got it?"
The girl nodded frantically, her heart still pounding with fear as she watched Stan.
As Stan turned to leave the room, the girl let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through her veins.
Stan ran back home, happy, love is...weird.
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