Watched by him.

Chapter 2 - the date

It was Matt. 

His face right behind me, staring into my soul. 

"W-w-why are you following me?," I asked.

"Just wanted to make sure you're okay." As a smirk appeared across his face. 

"Alright then. I'm fine," I assured him. 

"Great," He grinned, "Perfect."

It's official. I'm totally creeped out by this guy! He's so mysterious and confusing. I don't know why I'm even going on a date with him, but after tomorrow, I will never talk to him again. Ever. 

I reached home and hopped into the shower. I got out, put on shorts and a T-shirt, and watched some TV. At around twelve, there was a knock on my door. 

"Jesus Christ," I moaned, "Why would someone be at my door at twelve?" 

I reluctantly got up and opened the door. 

It was Matt. Wow. Suprise, surprise. 

"It's twelve o' clock!," I yelled at him. 

"Thanks, I didn't have a clock on me." He smiled.

Annoyed by his sarcasm, I stared at him until we finally told me what he wanted. 

"I forgot to get your number," he explained. 

"Why do you want my number? It's just one date," I replied. 

A creepy expression grew on his face. 

"Just incase," He grinned. 

I gave him my number and shut the door. I went to bed directly, too annoyed to watch TV anymore. 

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I woke up at about 2 PM in the afternoon. The date was at five. 

"Crap," I groaned as I stared at my alarm clock, "Why did I wake up so late?"

I got up, took a shower, changed into some sweats, and ate some lunch. My date was at 6, so I had enough time. 

At around five I started getting ready. Not wanting to impress this guy, I wore a simple dress and some light makeup. I don't want him to be anymore attracted to me than he already is. 

I got a text from him at 5:30;

Hey, I'll pick you up at six. Be ready ;) 

I texted him back and then watched TV in the mean time, waiting for him to pick me up. 

At around 6, the doorbell rang. I got up and opened it. 

Matt looked at me and said, "You look great!"

Perfect. My wondeful attempt to look as casual as possible worked out great. 

"Thanks," I smiled. 

He walked me to his car and helped me sit. Like I was a three year old still needing my mother to put myself onto the seat. 

We didn't talk the whole ride, fortunately. 

We reached the steakhouse and sat down. 

We ordered, and while eating our food, Matt told me stories about his childhood, and things I didn't really care about but attempted to act interested. 

After dinner, he drove me home. I said goodnight, and he zoomed away. 

"Thank God," I muttered under my breath, "It's over." 

Little did I know this was just the beggining for Matt.