Clashing Cliques

Stalker's POV

The line cuts out and I stop listening. Little does he know I can take his precious little sister any time I want. She is mine, after all.

I step back to watch her through the window. "All mine." I say under my breath.

She stops talking and stares into the night. She can feel me watching, we just have that connection already.

I look at the girl across from her and scoff. Her thinking that she even has a chance with her is a concept I can't even grasp. My precious Jess loves me. And only me. We complete each other.

She stops looking in my direction and stares into space. I can see Lauren asking her what's wrong and trying to get her attention, which she succeeds in and the girls start talking and giggling again.

Soon, that will be me and her. Soon enough, I'll have her completely and utterly in love with me. Only a matter of time until I'm the only person she has left in her lovely little safe heaven. I'll shorten it piece by piece until I'm all she needs. All she wants. All she cares about. Then, I'll be done with this little game we play.

Soon, I repeat in my head like a prayer I'm doing onto her. Soon. Then, and only then, she'll see how much she truly needs me.

I should be leaving before her 'protective' older brother shows up, as if he could stop me. I scoff at the idea of him even trying. I took one last look at my girl. Nothing could break us apart.

I disappear into the night like I was never even there. Just as it should be for now. Just until this game is over.