Obsessed - Grayson Dolan

02

Natalia

The school bell rings loudly in my ear as people in my class begin to rise from their seats and I pack up my bag, always being the last one out of the classroom. After saying thankyou to my English teacher I make my way to my locker, making sure to put all my books in my bag for any weekend homework.

"Hey, Natalia." I grind my teeth at the familiar, annoying voice. Asher's face looked hopeful as he hesitantly stuffed his tanned hands into his maroon chinos. Asher was handsome, the type of boy who is only good looking when you get to know him and when he smiles at you. He preferred being in the science lab than being on the football pitch and I admired that of him. His green eyes glowed in contrast with his tanned skin and his caramel hair became even lighter over the summer.

"Hey, Asher." I smile, not minding our friendship being just a friendship. I didn't have time for a boyfriend with finals coming up and I certainly couldn't risk my grades.

"How are you?" He asked his normal question, his white teeth showing as crinkles formed in the corner of his bright eyes. Asher is that person who says 'how are you' a lot, so much that it didn't seem as though he actually wanted to know. It was just another thing to say instead of 'hello'.

"I'm good thanks, how are you?" I pretend to be occupied by putting my hand into my empty locker, quite aware that he could see what I was doing so I reached for my calendar at the back.

"Great." He was always great. "I was wondering if you wanted to do something over the weekend?" Asher had been asking to 'hang out' for weeks, I almost felt guilty turning him down all the time with new excuses.

"I have to study, Asher. Finals are in two weeks." I shrug my shoulders and pierce my lips, pretending to look upset that I couldn't see him. The halls were becoming emptier and emptier, the weekend felt like a grasp away and I couldn't wait to grab hold of it.

"Why don't we study together? Tomorrow, at mine." He takes his hand out of his pocket to nervously and impatiently scratch his head, waiting for my answer. "I know you're getting Cs in Biology, I could at least knock you up to an A." His eyebrows raise and I notice there isn't a single blemish on his face and I envy that of him.

"Okay then." I sigh, defeated and he whipsers a small 'yes' under his breathe, trying to hide the small smile which is begging to curl upon his pink lips. "But we're studying at my house, be there at 12, no later, no earlier." I say as I shut my locker with a heavy force and he begins to walk away. "And bring some snacks too." I quickly add and he laughs, sending me a thumbs up, his back still looking at me.

Finally. The weekend has arrived and I could relax for the evening without any worry of homework or revision until tomorrow. Tonight I had planned for my Dad and I to watch my favourite film, however he had texted me during Period 3 that he is going to be playing tennis with his work friends. I pretend to be okay with it, like I always did when something went wrong. (A/n: me @ my school grades tbfh)

When I got out of school, I immediately plugged my earphones into my ear on the walk home, since my Dad couldn't pick me up like he did every Friday. The streets were empty and blossoms littered the pavement. When a car drove past they swirled in a small hurricane and it made the summer feeling rise in my stomach.

The black Range Rover was there, it was always there. I don't know who owns it as I've never seen the owner in it. Parked right opposite my house, it's here in the evenings. I could here it drive off by 1 in the morning and it was sometimes here in the morning, it was even at school. Every time I had tried to catch the driver, to take the slightest peek through the windows because I always had a feeling they were starring right at me and that was what they were doing to me. Watching me through my windows because I had always felt I was being watched. That someone was watching me behind binoculars or from a window of some sort as I showered or walked to school, but I had always brushed it off my shoulders like I was imagining things. Sometimes I thought I was crazy and I had even told my friend, Kayla about my theory and how someone was watching but obviously she didn't believe me, only mocked me for weeks on end.

However today the window was slightly open and my eyebrows furrowed, it also had a large scratch along the drivers door which I examined the more I got closer to the car. I had never been this close to it. I could almost see inside it however the windows were heated over, as if it had been done purposely. The car was empty and I wondered why.

"Natalia, what are you doing?" My Mother called from inside the house, her work clothes still cover her as she stood in the porch, watching me with caution as though someone was behind me, holding a gun agaisnt my head. For a second I was frightened that there was. "Come in."

I slowly walked towards my cream brick-walled house, checking behind me to see if there was someone holding a gun in there hand. But there wasn't. However my eyes cautiously skimmed to the designer car seeing a dark, sleek shadow watching me in the drivers seat. I stared right back at them, ignoring the echoing sound of my heart beating around my frozen body.