Clashing Cliques

Stalker's POV

It's adorable to see her watching her surroundings, not knowing how close I truly am to her. How concerned she looks that I'm going to hurt her little friend, Lauren. Even I could hurt Lauren for her.

This all started in the winter two years ago. I was left alone with her, that's how our love story began. My soulmate.

It was Christmas Eve, and Lauren had gotten up and left the room to do something. I was left with her while she was upset over a breakup with a stupid football player who didn't love her like I do. That's the night I realized how deeply I had fallen for her and how I wanted her to be mine. She became my whole life. Every waking moment was spent thinking of her. I would even have dreams of her laying beside me in my bed and waking up next to her. Oh, if only.

My plan wasn't put in action until I found out that sneaky bitch, Lauren, loves my girlfriend. I knew I had to be seen. That's how everything began.

The notes started three months ago. At first, she didn't respond, but I can see it in her eyes that she loves me. She tried ignoring the notes at first, tried to brush me off. Threw them in the trash like they were nothing, like I was nothing. I had to be more forceful. I started leaving hints I was there. I started writing love letters and sending them to her house, sending her flowers, and even buying her new dresses I want to see her in. Sadly, I haven't seen her wear any of them yet. She's probably just afraid to wear them as a sign of our secret love.

I can see the way she looks at me. She is falling in love. Lauren can't have her, only I can. She is meant to be mine. She is my soulmate, I just know it.