The Stalker Project

Chapter 8: Consequences

Alison, in her baby pink bunny hoodie and sweatpants peered at her laptop screen. She sipped her coffee as she read the comments.

James. The slayer: This isn't your usual stuff, really boring actually. It's just you ranting.

MiaS: How dare u? You think this is funny? Just because u had nothing to write about u talked crap about me?

Laura: This blog is a bunch of bullshit! Who reads this stuff anyway? Ugh.

Alison smiled to herself. She had dented these people where it mattered. It might have not been her most interesting or informative post but it had done the damage. With another swig of coffee she sat down to reply.

Miss.Bunny Wigs: reply to @MiaS. Actually, I though I had some pretty substantial information towards the end. ;P

Miss.Bunny Wigs: reply to @Laura: You apparently.

And with just that, the entire student body launched onto an online debate. But it was only the start. Alison wanted to ease the crowd in for the big bang. There was going to be a lot more form where that came from.

But none of these comments mattered much to Alison. She awaited approval from her blackmailer. His/her opinion is what mattered most. Now that Alison had ignited a controversy, keeping her identity incognito became all the more crucial.

Buzz

This was it. The boss' verdict had arrived. It bothered her how much control this blackmailer had over her.

Disappointing.
That's what it was. I was expecting more impact. Oh well you have done your job. I suppose your identity is safe for another day.

Alison gritted her teeth. Disappointing? Alison dug her nails into the soft pink flesh of her palm, leaving behind tender marks.

Don't judge my work with just this. This is only the start. You won't have anything to complain about after I'm done with the job.

The blackmailer didn't waste time in replying.

Oh? So you've turned it into a project or something?

Alison swiftly typed in her reply.

I call it The Stalker Project.

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The dreadful moment came again. It was time for Ms.Davis' class. Alison had not forgotten Cole's parting words. They echoed in her head over and over again. Maybe Alison thought to herself. He was talking to someone else? I was fairly paranoid yesterday. But deep down Alison knew she was deluding herself. Cole was almost certain it was her. Only thing stopping him from exposing her was- proof.

Zombie Alison had to be practically dragged to class by Catherine. Alison protested but the only other option was bunking class which she refused to do. And so she swallowed her fears and walked into the room like she was going to fight a gladiator.

"It's history class not a life imprisonment cell." Catherine reminded.

"It's all the same to me." She muttered. Settling down in her usual seat, Alison attempted to calm her nerves. As she closed her eyes, she felt someone's minty breath tickled her neck.