Stalker 1O1 (Watty's 2016)

Chapter Eleven

Mike Rodriguez was Stalker 1o1. But how? And more importantly why?

Why would he have gone through the trouble of staging such an elaborate act and then cause himself to fail.

But I was more mad than I was intrigued right now. I wanted to punch him the face and give him another black eye for this petty shindig.

I hear the boys voices nearing the locker room.

"Hey man, you okay?" I hear Grayson.

"Yeah, just sprained my ankle," I tell him.

"Sprain anything else in the process? Like your brain?" Mike snickers.

He's just pushing me right now.

And maybe this was the perfect chance for me to blow his cover. Let him know the game is over.

I was done being stalked.

I wasn't having fun anymore.

"You'd know something about that huh? I mean with the IQ of a thirteen year old and all," I tell him and get up from the bench.

He walks closer to me.

"You're funny," he snorts.

"Oh really? Then I think you're going to like what I'm about to say very much," I smile.

He looks at me confused.

"Why don't you guys clear off for a while? I'd like to have a chat with my friend over here," I tell the others.

They nod and quickly clear the room.

"What do you want Davis?"

"Your games over Rodriguez. I know you're the stalker," I tell him and hold the phone up.

"What?" He asks surprised. "What stalker – what are you talking about?"

"Just stop lying okay? I know it's you who's been sending me those pathetic messages. And pretending like you know me! Well you don't. So stop this stupid game and leave me the hell alone," I tell him.

"Whoa, dude you're way out of line here. Me? Stalking you? Who do you think I am? Pretty little liars?" He laughs.

"What you said just proves that what I'm saying is right."

"Dude! Just stop. I'm not stalking you for heavens sake!" He says walking two steps back.

"Really? Then now come this phone only has my number on it? How come it holds every single message that I've received from a private number. How did I find this damn phone in your bag!" I yell.

He looks terrified for someone who pretends to me so macho.

"What? It wasn't enough sleeping with my girlfriend that you have to stalk me now? Seriously are you obsessed with me?"

"Dude! Back off! I don't even know who's phone that is or how it got in my bag. The better question is how did you find it? Went snooping through my stuff? Or just planted the damn thing," he yells.

"You won't tell the truth, will you?"

"What makes you think I'm lying? Look I know what I did with Summer really hurt your feelings. . . But that was just it. I wanted to get back at you for hooking up with Amy. But I didn't realize I'd actually like her. That's I'm all I'm guilty of. You have to trust me," he says.

"Why should I? Why should I believe a word that comes out of your mouth,"  I seethe.

"I don't have anything to lose here Davis. Think about it, if I really was messing with you why would I hand my only leverage in plain sight? If I really am your stalker I'd have to know more about you than yourself and do you really think I sit around the courtyard with binoculars trying to figure out that you secretly love blue ranch Doritos," he says.