She's A Stalker

Story by: MeLyCia

Uploaded by: misaholmes

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I n t r o d u c t i o n –x

I took a deep breath before walking again. I’m positive that someone’s following me. And I know who it is.

I stopped my tracks. Then I heard someone gasp and felt something- or someone bump into my back.

I turned around, locking my gaze to a girl massaging her forehead.  Her eyes widened when she saw me, or more likely when I saw her.

“E-E—Ethan! W-What a.. surprise!” she said nervously and forced out a smile. “I—I wasn’t following you whatsoever! Ha..ha.”

I sighed. She’s really bad at lying.

“If you’re going to follow me again, I suggest you don’t bump into my back.” I said in a seemingly bored and uninterested tone.

Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. She bit her lip. “I—I wasn’t following you!” she insisted, trying to look intimidating but her appearance is not making it easy for her.

“Right.” was all I said, not bothering to sound convinced. She pouted at my sarcasm.

“But.. that’s what I’m supposed to do, right?” she asked innocently.

“After all, I’m Ethan’s certified stalker!” she lifted her chin up and flashed a sweet smile that no doubt can charm everyone at school.

I sighed inwardly. Idiot. That’s not something to be proud of. I reprimanded her in my head.

I looked at her again. She’s cute, no doubt about it. Actually, that would be an understatement. That must be the reason why she receives confessions almost every period.

Her name is Haruka Fule. She’s well-known in school and is the star of our academy. Not only because of her charm but also because of her extraordinary talent in playing the violin and singing, as well as in sports like archery, tennis and swimming. She also belongs to Section A and manages to get high marks.

She’s most likely perfect.

Her cheeks were tinted red again and I realized I was staring at her. She averted her gaze and her right foot fidgeted back and forth. “U-Umm, w—why is Ethan s-staring at me? Somehow, I feel.. e—embarrassed. Huwaaa~ am I blushing?” She placed her hands on both cheeks. “What should I do? What should I do?”

I watched her panic. She looked like she was about to pass out. I held back another sigh.

I’m Ethan Alcantara. A lazy student who would rather sleep in class than listen to boring lectures. I conserve my energy and doesn’t talk too much as well. Other information are classified.

So how the hell did she end up as my stalker?