Lovestruck (EDITING)

66: Stalker Status

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When the clock finally hits 4, Mr Crawley comes back to dismiss us and Chase and I quickly get up to leave. Detention went surprisingly fast with his company, and I find myself feeling quite grateful for that. I swing my bag over my shoulder as Chase picks up his letterman jacket and puts it on. Letterman jacket? Oh, shit.

"Thanks for making the past hour a lot more bearable." He smiles at me as I continue to glare at his jacket. "Can I give you a ride home or something?"

"Oh, no. I'm fine, thank you." I turn around and walk out of the classroom, not bothering to check if he's following.

How did I not know this guy was a jock? I mean, I don't really pay close attention to Douglas High's latest sports stars, but I think I would recognise any friends of Tyler's. He's just another stupid football player. I wouldn't be surprised if he's working with Tyler. They probably have a club where they just plot to ruin my life. At this point, the existence of a hate club wouldn't come as much of a shock.

"Is everything okay?" I gasp when I notice Chase is right beside me. This boy is fast, I should've known.

"Yep. Just..." I notice a familiar black Jeep parked out front and let out a sigh of relief as I continue to speed walk down the hallway. "I have someone waiting for me."

"Oh." I notice Chase's walking slow down and he falls behind slightly as I continue to rush. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

I ignore his question and continue walking. Landon is here. He must have waited here for me for the entire hour I spent in detention. I feel my smile grow as I walk towards the entrance of the school, surprisingly happy to see him, and burst through the doors. I suddenly feel my mood shift when I see who he's talking to.

Landon stands with a group of jocks in the parking lot, their obnoxious voices echoing against the deserted school's walls as they all try to speak over each other. I immediately turn and walk in the opposite direction, slipping around a corner and pressing my back to the brick wall where they can't see me. And thank god for that. I must look ridiculous. Why would I think he was waiting for me? Why would he wait for me?

...But why else would he still be here?

I stand still for a few moments before curiosity takes over me and I find myself peeking around the corner. I notice Landon, who really stands out in his black jacket against all the purple, leaning against a familiar midnight blue truck. Tyler is here. I couldn't name the other three identical muscle heads, but I definitely recognise them all from Tyler's lunch table. They're clearly having a serious conversation, but the interaction looks completely non-confrontational. I would assume they were gearing up for a real fight after I interrupted them today, but they almost look... friendly. I dart back behind the wall when I hear the school doors burst open again and the conversation falls silent.