Watched by him.

Chapter 3 - I'm watching

I thought that after the date he would stop talking to me. I was wrong. I was very wrong. 

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I came home that night and I took a shower. I made some decent dinner for me because I didn't eat much at the steak house. I couldn't eat because he watched my every move. It was so weird. 

I made some pasta and watched TV. My TV is infront of a window, meaning I can see everything outside. For a minute, I thought I saw some hair peaking out of the sill. It looked exactly like Matt's hair. I laughed at the thought of thinking Matt was stalking me. I mean, Matt is creepy, but not that creepy. 

I looked outside just to make sure, and I saw nothing. 

"What's wrong with you, Kaylee," I muttered under my breath. 

I finished dinner and washed my dish. I went to bed earlier than usual, bothered at how the day went. I cuddled myself into the covers and was about to go to sleep, when I heard an unusual crackle of leaves. I ignored it, and went to sleep. 

I woke up at around 7 AM. It was a Sunday, so I had nothing to do which made me happy. I had five missed calls on my phone and eight text messages. All from Matt. Ugh. They all said something about making plans or me coming over for dinner. What a freak. He is so annoying, why did I agree going to steak anyways with him? Because he was attractive? Way to go, Kaylee you screwed it up for yourself. Annoyingly, I made myself some eggs for breakfast, and brewed some coffee. Not wanting to make any plans, I texted him; 

I'd love to, but Sundays I just like to relax.

About 15 seconds later I got a reply from him saying; 

Alrighty. It doesn't matter to me. See ya around ;)

What?! What in the world does he mean? It's like he's still going to see me even though we won't hang out. I thought that after last night he would leave me alone. Now it's like he thinks we're in a relationship, and we have to hang out atleast once a day. Courageously, I picked up my phone and texted him; 

I don't want to date you, okay? We don't need to hang out. Sorry, but I don't really want to talk again. Bye. 

Ugh, people these days. 

The day went by pretty fast. I sat down for dinner at around seven and saw a tiny camera sitting on my windowsill. Someone was video taping me! Scared, I went to the window and looked around. I have eyes like a hawk, so I could see a lot of things far away. And one thing I did see, was a familiar face hiding behind one of the trees. 

Matt.