The Stalker

Chapter 1

Cassandra at the top/side, portrayed by Adelaide Kane. :)

I stomped my feet heavily, pacing back and forth through the pavements beside our campus where I use to wait for Russel. I took a glance on my wrist watch, it's twelve to five. Jeez, he's never been this late before. I'm standing, waiting for thirty-two minutes already since my last class dismissed. I pursed my lips in frustration, getting more and more impatient. Where could he possibly gone into? Overtime at work? He should texted me about it.

As the miniscule amount of anger starts to boil dryly through my throat, the firmament turns into ten shades darker and it bothers me. Oh boy, this is what you got for not watching weather forecast this morning. Too bad, I'm too far from the sheds. Unfortunately, I'll go home drenched in rainfall. Alone.

The lightning strikes across the gray sky and the thunder roars violently making me jump ten meters above the ground level. The drizzle falls on my skin and I'm now panicking. I don't have an umbrella. Where are you, Russel? I was practically moping when a black Audi stops in front of me. I'm gawking mindlessly at the car, it costs a fortune and it's pretty obvious the owner of this car is rich. The window opens slowly and it revealed a devilishly handsome man in crisp black suit. He looks so dazzling with his brown hair in perfect quiff and stunning brown eyes. He looks extremely gorgeous - he reminds me of my ever favourite actor, Jensen Ackles.

"Come in, young lady. You'll get sick," he said as he offers the seat next to him - at the backseat. So, he has a personal chauffeur.

I nod and clambered hurriedly inside so I won't get wet from the rain threatening to pour in massive cubic millimeters. "Thanks, Sir," I muttered.

He gave me a lopsided grin and tells the driver to take us to a nearby coffee shop. I stared at him in awe, he is a proffesional one based on his sophisticated demeanor. I think he's on late twenties or early thirties, I don't know. Sometimes, physical youth masks someone's real age, right?

"Your name, young lady?" He cocked his head to one side so he's facing me and with that, I started to feel more self-concious with myself. I'm wearing our school uniform - navy blue mid-thigh skirt paired with white long sleeves button-up blouse, white knee-high socks and black leather shoes. My hair is hanging listlessly down to my chest.

"Cassandra Merrick, Sir," I replied in my most corteous tone.

"Cassandra Merrick," he repeated, hooking his index finger on his chin. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. I'll keep it in mind. Age?"

"Eighteen, Sir," Damn. My scalp prickles as I tell him some basics of my personal profile. Why I'm telling him this? I don't even know him, even his job. He might be a mafia leader. A druglord. Paedo. The thought scared me. Who are you?

"Oh, I'm Marcus Hendrix of Keplertronix Enterprises. Nice to meet you, Miss Merrick," he spoke, answering my unspoken question. I think his talent is mind-reading. His tune is authoritative and he is intimidating - really.

The whole car ride is in brooding silence, all you can hear is Ellie Goulding's 'Love Me Like You Do' on the stereo. No one dares to spoke, even me. For what? Should I talk about my fangirling on Matt Healy with this guy I've met twenty minutes ago? Ew. I shrug the thought. I fired up Google on my phone and searched for Keplertronix Enterprises. I clicked on Wikipedia and took note on some details mentally. There was a photo above the article. I read the caption below and this is what it says: