𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩

𝟑𝟑 || 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

A new day, means a new plan.

The plans are getting more intense, more complicated.

I don't even know how to keep up with their plans, I'm not even sure I feel comfortable enough to do most of them.

But I can't say anything, I can't ruin it for everyone after we spent all day talking about it and planning.

They decided that me and Aldric should go to his house.

I have never been to his house ever.

I don't even think I'm prepared enough to do so either.

But who am I to speak, if I tell Lucas I feel uncomfortable with it, he'll rip my head off.

I hate this.

These plans have been going on for a while now, and nothing has changed except for the fact that the stalker is getting more aggressive.

We're not fixing anything in my opinion, we're just putting ourselves in more danger by continuing this. Not even just danger to the stalker possibly doing something to us, but the danger of going to far.

I've tried telling that to Flora but she just thinks I'm being silly.

"Aldric picks you up, you guys drive to his house and act like you guys are getting in to it. Turn every light off, close every curtain and honestly just sit in silence while they think of anything you guys could be doing." Flora's plan chimes in my mind, I know it's a lot for Flora as well, considering that the stalker hurt her and I don't want to stop her from catching them.

But I don't wanna do this.

It's dangerous, for both me and Aldric.

I sigh as I step out of the forest, me and Aldric decided that he'll pick me up by our meetup place.

I watch his car come to view as he parks it in front of me, I inhale sharply as I open the passenger door and take a seat.

I shut the door carefully before buckling my seatbelt, Aldric sits silently as he looks around the place — probably looking for the stalker.

The car starts moving, and I fight my thoughts, the ones that are begging me to go home and find out more about my brother.

Speaking of my brother, I haven't written any notes about him today, considering the fact that he hasn't been at home at all, last night he mentioned to mom that he'll go out with his friends but he never said where or when he'll return home.

I clear my throat as I face Aldric, "Um.. how far away is your house?.." Aldric stares ahead as he continues driving, "Not so far, we'll be there in about 10 minutes." His voice sounds forced, and I suddenly remember that Aldric didn't want a plan like this.

A plan to pretend that we're doing more than making out.

I let out a shaky breath, "What if—" I get interrupted by the buzz of my phone.