The Stalker Project

Chapter 3: Day One As A Stalker

A/N Here is a picture of Cody Samuel.
-Jake T. Austin

"I'm so not ready for this." Alison whispered to herself as she looked into the mirror.

This here,is an excellent example of how to start a day in the most optimistic way!

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Alison sat in her room formulating a plan to infiltrate the Winters' Estate. On a normal day she would've been typing away on her computer, blogging about the lives of Princeton High students. But not today. Today, she was set on doing the impossible.

"Honey, Catherine and Cody are here." Alison's mother called, but before Alison could even come up with a reply, her bedroom door flew open.

"Why are you not ready yet?" Demanded Catherine.

"Who prepares for their doom?" Asked a gloomy Alison, which made Cody laugh.

"Al! It's already five thirty. You're supposed to be there by six!"

"Why are you making it sound like it's some kind of house party Cat?" Dead silence hung in the air as the two girls glared at one another.

"You have no choice Al" Cody reminded.

"You're right. But how do I break into someone's house?"

"You don't have to." Alison looked expectantly at Catherine. "You could just hide in the front lawn and eavesdrop." She finished, making Alison scrowl.

"Not a very good idea."

"But it's all you've got. Unless you want to dress up as a maid or a plumber..." Cody left it hanging.

"Yeah no thanks."

"But you'll still need a disguise,just in case."

Alison scanned her room for a disguise. She rummaged through her closet, and pulled out a large scarf and a pair of aviator glasses.

"Oh you found something... I, never mind." Catherine threw the bunny mask she had brought with her.

"Seriously Cat?" Catherine shrugged sheepishly.

"Okay now down to business. Does anyone know the way to Cole Winters' house?"

"Who doesn't?" Catherine asked in mock suprise.

"Okay drama queen, lead the way."

"Gladly."

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Alison stared dumbfoundedly at the house comme mansion. She had heard Cole was loaded, but this? He was stinking rich. How had she missed this? How can you miss such place? Alison questioned her sanity.

"Why are you acting like you've just seen heaven?" Cody asked.

"No, I mean I had no idea Cole was this rich."

"Alison...Were you living under a rock?"

"And you call yourself a journalist." Catherine added. Ignoring her friends Alison evaluated the place. The house was surrounded by a huge lawn and a cemented pathway leading to the front door.

"This is the kind of house which has killer dogs." Alison observed. Peering into the lawn, Alsion scanned the interior. It looked safe enough and dogs free.

"I don't think there are dogs here. Anyway I'm going to park the car." Cody started towards his car, Catherine in toe.

Sighing, Alsion whispered to herself. Guess its just me, huh? Slowly she walked up the the front of the house. The house was grey with large floor to ceiling windows that gave it an imposing image. Alison gulped. Should I knock? But what will I say? Oh I'm just here to spy on you, nothing out of the ordinary.

But if I can't go in, how will I know what's going on? Oh good God, what am I going to do? Should I climb I through the Window? Is that possible? Alison's train of thought got interrupted by the sound of speeding tires. Shit! Alison spotted a black Audi turning into the driveway. Not knowing what to do, she the grew herself into the bushes, sandwiching herself between the foliage of the bushes and a glass window.

"Man, today was a drag." A male voice announced. It was laced with laziness and a little bit of habitual flirtacious edge.

"Stop complaining." This voice was deeper, more cold and calculated. "It was your fault to begin with."

"can't you two save it for when we're inside?" The third voice was softer and more casual.

Popping her head out of her hiding spot, Alison saw three figures entering the house; three teenage boys. It's them. You'd have to be living under a rock if you didn't recognize them; Cole, Ruben and Julian.

Ruben, with his dirty blonde hair and tall lean figure was the son of a Real Estate Manager and his mom was the owner of a modeling company. The most flirtacious out of the three, Ruben had earned himself the title of 'womanizer'.

Contrary to Ruben's flamboyant nature, Julian was supercilious and rigid. But if one thing was for sure,he was loyal. You'd never see him bad talking or gossiping. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't be near you. People say he gets this from his mother,a university Dean.

And lastly there was Cole Winters, whose house Alison was breaking into. Son of two successful business personnel, Cole was one of the richest kids at school. People referred to him as the prince. Alison had no idea how much a the 'prince' thing was true.

Okay, I belive that's an apt introduction. Now back to the story!

Sitting in her bushy seat, Alison tried to find a place to eavesdrop from. Luckily, the window she'd used as her hiding place had been broken. Just the bottom panel. It left just enough space for a cat to entre. Smiling smugly to herself, Alison bent down and peeped through the broken glass.

There in the living room, the three boys sat. Alison could hear their muffled voices.

"What are we going to do now?" Ruben asked.

"It was your fault, Ruben. Why weren't you careful?" Julian asked in a controlled tone.

"Listen, it was a mistake. We all make one.' Ruben justified himself.

"It doesn't matter who's fault it was. We need to take care of the situation." It was Cole who spoke.

All this had peeked the curiosity of Alison's inner journalist. Positioning herself further down, she listened intently.

"Wait here, I'll go get my phone for the car." Cole turned to leave.

"See Julian, Cole is taking the information calmly." Ruben pointed out.

"I wonder if your parents will do the same." Julian shot back. Ruben paled and kept quite for rest of the time.

What had Ruben done? It was definitely juicy information. Alison didn't like snooping around in their business, but this was a scoop only a fool would give up.

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Ruben can be such an idiot. Thought Cole as he walked back to the house. He noticed something strange as he tredded up the cemented pathway. Someting wiggled in the bushes. An animal? Cole walked towards the bushes angling his head to get a better view. That's when he saw that the thing moving in the bushes wasn't an animal, it was.....someone's butt?

What? ! Cole rubbed his eyes. Did I just see moving butts inside a Bush? It sounded insane even in his own head.

Is is a burgler? But why would a burgler be twerking in my backyard? ! Moving closer,Cole realized it was a girl's ass he was seeing. Arching a brow and folding her hand over his chest, Cole stood there, behind the girl.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat.