The Girl I Hate

Chapter 2

"Harder, Daddy." The girl whispered.

What the actual fuck.

I was so confused I didn't even say anything. The girl smirked and turned around to walk away. How did this happen? Daddy? Is she serious?

Before my train of thoughts continued, the girl said, "You must buy me a new phone."

"...What?" I said, dumbfounded.

If it isn't the consequences of my own actions. It didn't even occur to me that I might need to buy her a new phone. I was just enraged by her silence to my bullying, and I broke her phone in a rage. I don't have much money, and I'm not well-off financially. I work two part-time jobs to make ends meet and live on a budget. Hell, even my phone is outdated.

"Why don't you ask your daddy to buy you one?" I said in a mocking tone. She seems like a rich girl, if she's so spoiled by her daddy, why won't she ask him and stop putting me in this awkward position?

"I just did." She smirked then left the room.

Bruh.

The next day, it was very awkward between us. I didn't understand why she called me 'daddy' or why she smirked like that. Why did she even react like that? It seems my hate towards her turned into some obsession. I just couldn't let her go. Thoughts of her crowded my brain, and I just never stopped thinking about her.

Ways to destroy her, make her cry, make her angry and enraged. The empty life I lived was now filled with her. I didn't even realise I became a stalker.

I found out, when following her after school, that she didn't live in some sort of I-scream-rich apartment. It was a normal one. I also found out, by coincidence, that there's another empty apartment beside hers, which was much cheaper than the one I'm currently in.

I moved there in two days.

I follow her to university, after university, to her part-time job (which caught me by surprise) and even to her boyfriend's house. The man seemed around 3 years older than her, tall, around 6 foot 3 inches, kind and well-built, and financially stable. Unlike me, 7 months younger than her, only 6 foot and a pretty skinny and broke man with a mad obsession.

For some reason, seeing her get into a man's house, at 10:47 PM filled me with rage.

I kept a diary of her movements, recording every single thing at a specific time. When she wakes up, goes to university, comes back from university, when she heads to her part-time job, and she goes to that bastard's house. I memorised her schedule, I know what she liked and disliked, I installed a mic in her house then proceeded to install a camera. I made a copy of her entire keychain and memorised her wardrobe. And by some other coincidence, I found out that the place she works at, some local café 14 minutes and 23 seconds away from her home and 7 minutes and 33 seconds away from university, were hiring.

I jumped at the chance and applied for the job. I was immediately accepted, even though I was really clumsy and not cut out for any work. My part time jobs mainly focused on technological fields, and I've never stepped into the kitchen of my own home out of laziness.

For some reason, I got suspicious, this is really shady. I was never a lucky person, yet I was able to find a new job and apartment in the span of a week. Through this mockery, I will be able to keep an even closer eye on the woman I stalk. I don't know if the universe is playing a huge joke on me, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. The universe watchers, all gazing down at little old insignificant me, laughing at the pathetic man I've become. I stooped lower than I ever thought was humanly possible. But I don't care. I saw an opportunity and took it, whether the watchers decide to snatch away my toy from me, I couldn't care less. At least, not now.

I started work the second Christmas break began. On my first day at work, I was welcomed by that ugly smile of hers. She was wearing a baby pink waitress uniform and wiping off a table. Though I hate to admit it, she looked breathtaking.

I hope to God she slips on something and makes a fool out of herself.

Surprisingly, the place was empty. It was only me and her, which was extremely odd because why would the manager not be here on a newbie's first day?

"I didn't know you work here." She innocently asked.

"I just started. It's none of your business." I brushed her off and bumped into her shoulder.

I walked over to the counter and gazed around, before turning to her.

"Where is the manager?" I asked as I looked around.

"I'm not sure, he headed out early this morning and said he had some urgent business to take care of, so currently, I'm in charge. You can go to the staff lounge to change into your uniform," she said as she moved to another table to clean, "I need you to come here in 15 minutes maximum before I open the café. The other employees should be here any minute now."

"Why is nobody here?" I asked stupidly.

"Because it's not open yet?" She said puzzled, "Well, anyway, business is not going well, I just hope this place doesn't shut down and I get to keep my job."

I rolled my eyes at her and turned to head to the staff lounge to change into my uniform. The café was a bit run down, but it was a cozy place. It was near our university, the place had some antique decorations, the walls were a bit worn out, but nothing too horrible. My childhood home was worse than this, so I can't really complain.

At least now, I get to watch her as much as I want.

"What about my phone? I'm surviving on an old Nokia." She suddenly said before I was able to leave.

"Keep on surviving on it. Or, even better, ask your boyfriend, I'm sure he'll spoil his baby daddy." I said in a mocking voice, then turned my back on her.

She was silent for a moment, then proceeded to ask, "How did you know I have a boyfriend?"

I froze in my tracks. I don't even dare to turn around and face her.

I fucked up. Real bad.