Patrick's POV:
Ever since Alex left, I've gotten a stalker.
Not a cute and adorable teenage stalker I usually have. I really creepy teenage stalker who probably has a shrine of me in her closet. (CLOSET and TEENAGER comments)
She said her name was Elisa Yao ("Soon to be Mrs. Stump." She had said.) and that I should love her because she said.
Sometimes she'd let her fugging self in. NOT COOL BRO.
(Ok, I'm never saying that again. But, YOLO. Holy smokes, I need help.)
I was taking a nap, because I've been exhausted, (Which Pete said is my depression and lack of eating, but screw that.) when that little bugger came in.
She came and tied me to the bed, and blind folded me.
"You're gonna have a good time, Stumpy." She used her finger and traced my nose.
I, of course, was half asleep, so thought this was a dream. And since I thought it was a dream, I thought it was Alex. What? I'm a guy....geez. Anyways.
I smiled and mumbled, "Am I? Are you being naughty?"
She giggled, but it didn't sound like Alex. I definitely was dreaming. "Yes baby. I'm so naughty."
Ehhh.... I won't say everything...um I'll skip...and skip....annnnd skip.
"Mmm, you tast-"
Annnnd skip.
"I love you, Alex." I said in mid groan.
"Alex?!" She yelled. "I'm not Alex."
"What?!" I tried to yank the blindfold off, but I was chained to the bedpost. "Who are you?"
"Elisa!"
"Patrick?!" I recognized that voice. It couldn't be.
"Alex?"
I heard a door slam and screamed. Pete immediately ran in and saw Elisa.
"What the-"
"Help me." I mumble. Elisa screamed and let go of...me. I could only assume Pete chased her out.
It must have been five minutes before he untied me, and covered me with the blanket.
I was already humiliated, so I thought Why bother?
"What the heck happened in here??"
"She...I thought I was dreaming, and it was Alex....." I mumbled, not looking Pete in the eyes. As if I were a little boy caught.....doing stuff, by his dad.
"I ran her out of town. Let's get you cleaned up." Pete stands up.
"Wait! Was...was Alex here?"
"Oh Christ..." Pete says grabbing a fist full of his hair.
"She was. Oh God... Oh Oh my God. She saw. Holy smokes." I cringed and buried my head in the sea of pillows. Then I cried. I cried as if no one could hear me.
She must hate me. And her wattpad friends must think I'm some lowlife scum. And possibly want to beat me with a baseball bat. (You know who you are.)
And now, she'll never forgive me.
(WELP, THAT WAS A CHAPTER. WHOOPS, SORRY FOR THE FEELS ATTACK)
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