Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

6. Confessions of a Teenage Rebel- Stalker or Secret Admirer?

6. Stalker or Secret Admirer?

Confession #6: Without Josh, I don't think I could survive.

I took in a sharp intake of breath, while scanning over my room with my eyes. Spread all across my bed were pictures taken of me. Pictures I didn't know were taken. A few of them had writing on them, but I decided I probably didn't want to read what they said.

The top drawer to my dresser was pulled out; my underwear drawer. Scattered all around the room were all my bras and underwear. My window was completely open, letting a cool breeze drift in my room.

I caught my reflection in my mirror, and saw complete fear in my eyes. But there was something more. The word 'Mine' was written in big letters, blocking me complete vision to myself. And then I realized it. It was written in black lipstick.

Somebody had been in my house. Somebody had been in my room, looking through my undergarments, and maybe even my clothes. I felt completely violated.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, my hands shaky with fear. I wanted this to all be some stupid joke that my friends had decided to play on me. I wanted none of it to be real. But I knew it wasn't a joke. None of my friends would ever go this far.

I dialed in Josh's number, knowing that as soon as he saw it was me he would pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He answered, his voice groggy and muffled, as if I'd woken him up from a deep sleep.

"Please tell me it was you!" I exclaimed into the phone.

"What?" He asked. I could hear him breathe in.

"Oh, god," I whimpered, a sob breaking through my chest.

"Annie, what's wrong?" He asks. "Did you get in another fight with your parents?"

"No," I whispered. "It's something else. I need you to come over. NOW."

"Um, okay," he stutters, obviously having no idea why he's listening to me.

"Please hurry, Josh," I said. "I'm scared."

"I'll be there in five minutes," he murmurs soothingly. "Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen."

He hung up the phone, leaving me exactly where I started. Alone. Scared. And still in desperate need of a shower.

I ran down the stairs, and sat down on the couch, pulling my knees against my chest. That was my reaction to fear. Curling up into a ball and hiding. Afraid that the person was still in the house, I closed my eyes, and placed my head in my hands.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. It made me jump, but then I realized that it was Josh, and that I was worrying about nothing.

I let him in, and pulled him into a bone crunching hug, laying my head on his chest.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice sounding all business. Great, he's in overprotective big brother mode again.

"I don't know," I murmured sadly.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I'll show you," I whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs.

When we walked into my room, he gasped. "What the hell are all of these?" He asks, picking up a few of the pictures that were sprawled across my bed.

"You will be mine," he suddenly murmurs to himself. He was reading the caption on one of the pictures.

"Do you have any idea who could've done this?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, trying to make me feel safe.

"The possibilities are endless," I whispered.

"I want you to think, Annie," he orders. "Do you ever feel like somebody's following you? Or does anybody creep you out?"

I shake my head. "Not anybody that I can think of."

Suddenly, his teeth snap together. "That little fucker," he says, mostly to himself. "He went through your underwear drawer."

I shudder. "What if this is just a joke?" I ask him.

"Who's sick enough to joke about something like this?" Josh asks, getting up and violently closing my top drawer.

"I'd rather it be a joke than the real thing."

He shrugs. "Your right."

"Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked, unsure of when my parents and Parker would be home. If they even came home.

"Of course," he says. "Just let me call my dad and tell him what's going on."

I nod, and watch as he dials his father's phone number in.

"Dad," He suddenly says. "I'm staying the night at Annie's house. Somebody's been following her."

He pauses, then says, "No. We're not sure if it's just a joke or not." Another pause. "Yeah, we will if it gets any more serious." He hangs up the phone, and sets it on the lamp table next to my bed.

"What did he say?" I ask.

"He asked if we called the cops, and I said that if it got any more serious, you wouldn't hesitate." He stares at me, asking me with his eyes if that's the truth or not.

"Of course I'll call the cops if I have to," I tell him.

"Good," he murmurs, laying down in my bed and pulling me with him. "I'm so tired," he groans, rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips.

"Why?" I ask.

"Coach's got us working extra hours for the next few weeks. The Championship against Lakeview is coming up."

Josh has been in track since I can remember. He's one of our school's fastest, and never fails to impress the school with his mad speed. Last year he was ranked 2nd in the state.

Lakeview is our school's ultimate rival. And it also happens to be where Ethan goes to school.

"We should clean up your room," Josh tells me. He's right. If my parents walked in and saw us right now, there's no guessing as to what they would think.

I ended up throwing all of the 'clothes' on the floor in the dirty hamper, afraid of what the person could have done with them.

Josh cleared off all the pictures from my bed, and shredded them as soon as I told him it was okay.

He grabbed a bottle of windex and a rag and we went back up into my room, ready to wash off the writing on my mirror. He sprays it, and I watch as the black drips down, making the mirror look even worse.

And then I freeze in shock.

Black lipstick.

Matt.

Yay! I've been on a writing frenzy lately (: And I decided to type up this chapter, even though I hadn't planned to do it 'till tomorrow. Soo... give my your best guess! Who do you think it is? Was it really Matt? Haha, you'll just have to find out!