stalker

Chapter 3

Seconds pass and I never leave their blue eyes. They're so memorizing, they're so... Beautiful.

Whoever they are walks straight pass me like nothing had just happened.
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The rest of the day goes by quite quickly, my thoughts and actions have been drowned by the mysterious figure from this morning. No one just follows you to school, disappears for ten minutes and then "bumps" into you?

The familiar school bell goes off and once again I'm awoken from my thoughts, I make my way straight out of this priso-school before I bump into someone.

"Rose! Hey! Rose?" I hear a voice shout form behind me, I cover my face with an arched hand and literally run to my car. Oh wait... I don't have a car.

"Rose! Why are you running?!" The voice seems to be coming closer and I know exactly who it is.

"Go away Micheal" I say angrily. He's such a weirdo it's really disturbing, the way his pale skin doesn't highlight his features and it makes him look almost ill and his weird coloured hair. The only thing I like about him is his choice of music and fashion sense, the rest of him is just... Strange.

"Yo-you dropped something"
Taking a step towards me, he hands me an unfamiliar object.

"What's this?" I ask examining what looks like an ID?

"It fell from your bag, so I figured it must be yours" he says standing awkwardly.

"Right..." I say staring into his eyes, there's a sense of... I can't put my finger on-

"See you around" micheal says and turns on his heal in the opposite direction of me.

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As soon as I get home I drop my bags and head Straight upstairs.

"Oh you must be home, can you-"
My mother shouts.

"Obviously. Leave me alone now."
I shout whilst walking upstairs.

I slam my door just to be dramatic and to get a rise out of my mum, I wait for at least a second until

"COME BACK OUT OF YOUR ROOM AND SHUT YOUR DOOR PROPERLY YOUNG LADY!"

"No."

Her screams are drowned out by my music coming from my iPod, currently it's playing lost in stereo by all time low.

I hum along as I scan someone's ID, the name luke Hemmings is written below a picture... A picture of him. I recognize those eyes straight away. It's him, slot high  he's still wearing the same clothes that hides himself. Why does this luke guy feel the need to hide his identity? I'm sure there are loads of possible answers to that question but I'm not sure I want to find out...

I quickly open the Facebook app and I search his name: no results. I do the same for Instagram, snapchat, Twitter etc but still he doesn't exist on any of them.

I nearly give up when I choose my last chance: kik. I log in and type his name into the search bar, a few people come up until I come across his username luke_is_a_penguin. His profile picture is of him standing in front of a mirror with a band tee on, ripped black jeans and black vans. How original. His blonde quiffed hair sticks up and his lip ring is sparkling in the sunlight. As I examine his picture more, he seems to get more appealing.

As I check his name I nearly throw my phone at a wall stop stalking me rose is  slightly underneath his profile picture...