Stalker ( L.S. ) [ON HOLD]

Mark O'Byrne and his daughter Kenzie O'Byrne

I trotted down the stairs just as Mum had opened the door for our guests. I went and stop next to my mum with a straight face.

"Hello Mark." Mum says giving him a hug and he returned the gesture with a peck on the cheek. Mark is a strawberry blonde irishman. I can already tell by his stature that he is accustomed to great manners and etiquette.

 Then she gestured to me and said with a smile, "This is my son, Harry. Harry, this is the man I told you about, Mark O'Byrne."

"Nice to meet you Mark." I say, reaching out to shake his hand. He reaches out and clutches my hand between both of his.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Harry. This is my daughter MacKenzie O'Byrne. I think you too will get along quite well. We'll let you two get aquatinted with I help Anne set the table." He patted my back and followed Mum into the kitchen.

"Um hi..." MacKenzie said awkwardly.

"Hello MacKenzie, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I bow with a cheesy, teasing smile on my face.

"It's just Kenzie. Do not call me anything other than Kenzie or I'll smack you into the next century." Kenzie sends me a disgusted look and walked into the kitchen.

"Stuck up little bitch." I mutter, with the utter complete shock written all over my face.

Soon I follow into the kitchen and sit down at the dining room table, twiddling my thumbs during the awkward silence.

'I wonder who shoved a tampon up her ass.' I chuckled lightly, listening as the others made small talk as we ate.