The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

Chapter 8: Days.

Italics are hard to read so this is a

Past chapter

read if u dare...

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Argh. Sigh. Guys are complicated.

I blame global warming.
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Days seemed to pass by. Longingly and boringly. It was a week. A week since I looked at
the abandoned house. A week since I did any homework. A week since I talked to Jackie. A week since I saw Thomas.

However, it wasn't a week since I saw the same guy with the same hoodie. I guess people would've thought it to be weird. I didn't find it weird.

I just found it mysterious... In a strange way. Like you ever have that moment of just who is that person? What life have they lived? I wonder if they're okay. Hopefully, everything's going well for them.

I ended up seeing him Wednesday. When I wanted to go to the store again.

He was in the store talking to the same guy I always say hi to.

Usually, he greets me better. But he just looked down at his register. I looked down as well. Just deciding to get my stuff.

It was awkward. Since their conversation seemed to stop as I walked in. I got what I wanted a Coke and Doritos.

"On the house." He said. Except with a more distant outlook. I looked at him then at the guy with his hoodie. He was drinking something head down.

"Here," I said giving him the two dollars. Expecting two quarters back.

"On the house doll." He said. I was gonna open my mouth but the guy in the hoodie spoke.

"Just take your food and go." He said. I looked at the bagged items. At the register. Then his black hoodie. I walked out before I could say anything else.

"Now I've told you guys to stop being loud. Don't you hear? I've exclaimed it more times than I've given birth. You guys are louder than the middle school kids. Don't you hear? I'm sick of your guys bull shit. All of you are in high school. Act like your in high school." Her voice broke me from the memory. I wanted to snicker at the bus driver. The freshmen were the ones who were loud. I don't know why she has to give us a lecture every day about it. I got off the bus. Last like I usually do.

I didn't really care if I was last, first, medium, small. Who the fuck cares. We're all getting off, same stop. I got off the bus, and the cool autumn breeze hit my face hard. Shit. I need to remember to wear a coat out soon. At least a heavier sweater. It wasn't even a breeze. It was a slap in the face. I greeted the crossing guard with a smile.

"Come on little Jazzy, come on." She said. Sometimes. Today I guess was one of those days. I wondered what jazzy meant half the time. I guess I was just someone I reminded her of. I smiled, waved, and walked to my dreaded house.

I decided to start my routine again. Just because the house was here, and I was already staring at it. it was an abandoned house. I suppose. Due to the wooden door, shades that look like haven't been washed in years, a weird old man, tiles on the... Weird old man?

I looked at the house intently. Is he really though? I moved my head closer to the house without moving my feet. What an awkward way to look at something. I looked through the window. I stepped back a bit... Oh god no. I shook my head. I saw the same old man. Except he isn't a cardboard box. It's a real person. He was squinting his eyes and had a widened smile that reached his glasses filled eyes. My jaw dropped a bit. He looked scary as fuck! Like pedophile alert!