Welcome To Loserville, Population: Me

Chapter 8

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RECAP:I AM OFFICIALLY GOING OUT ON A DATE WITH SETH!!!!!! "Hello," I said into the phone and started up the stairs to my room."Sam, is that you?" Oh gosh, please tell me I'm imagining that voice, make it be Kendra's or Veronica's or Mom's! I reached my room and jumped onto the bed."Uh, Yeah, it's Sam," I replied."Oh, hey Sam," Seth said."So you excited for our date?" he asked.Oh yeah, i was supposed to ask him about that. "Why should I go in the first place?" I asked, what I hoped was nonchalantly."'Cause," he replied simply. I stopped and did a few breathing exercises so I wouldn't get mad at this guy. Somehow, I just wanna punch him and kiss him at the same time. Is that normal?"You look funny doing that,"Seth said.Except it wasn't from the phone.It was from my doorway. Did I mention that the doorway is in my house?

Chapter 8

"AAAHH!" I screamed. "What are you doing here? How did you get here? Why are you here? Who let you in?" What the f*ck is going on?" I shot out a bunch of questions, not giving him time to answer inbetween each one. I was about to ask a whole bunch more when he put his hand over my mouth and said 'Shhh'.

"Everything is fine, I am stalking you," he said. When he said it I almost fainted. I'm going on a date with a derranged stalker. I'm going to die of... stalkerness. Oh Lord help me.

Suddenly he started laughing really hard. Like really hard. Like 'I am about to die if you don't stop me from laughing so hard' hard. During his laughter he had taken his hand off of my mouth so I patted him on the back reluctantly while he was cracking up. We stayed like this for about ten minutes, with me getting more weirded out every second,  but finally he stopped.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" he exclaimed. Wait, so all this time, he had been laughing at me? That is just messed up.

"Well, you don't tell a girl that she has a stalker, it's not natural," I defended myself. He just snorted.

"Yeah, but you should be smart enough to know that stalkers don't tell their victims that they are stalking them, duh," he said.

What he said gave me an idea to test out his niceness. I turned my back to him, pretending to be offended. "So are you calling me stupid then?" I asked quietly in a hurt voice. 

Gosh, I could be a proffesional actress when I grow up, with the way he responded.

He walked up to me, while I was secretly smiling and turned me around, his arms on my shoulders. "I am so sorry if I offended you," he said with regret in his eyes. Haha, he thought I was serious.

My head was still facing the floor so I made a little sniffling sound, so that it sounded as if I was crying. 

"Oh, sh*t are you crying?" he asked scared. He pulled me into a tight hug and rubbed circles onto my back. 

Woah, I wasn't expecting that at all. He smelt so good. Like.... I can't really explain it. Sort of like clothes that just came out of the dryer but with a man smell mixed in. And not the lazy, over weight man smell. The good man smell. And he was warm to, which adds to the clothes out of the dryer feel.

After a few seconds more he let go of me, which I didn't like. 

"Are you better now? I am really sorry," he apologized again.