Stalker 1O1 (Watty's 2016)

Chapter Thirteen

"Connor?"

I look up and see Leah walking towards me. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, wanted to pick up some dinner," I tell her and walk inside the empty diner.

"We're closed today. You'll have to buy from somewhere else," she says and goes back to the bucket of water.

"Why are you closed?"

"Some party that the owner's throwing," she says.

"Damn, I really needed some soup," I lie.

"Soup? You came here to just get soup?"

"Well, yeah. Cassie's not well and my parents are out of town. If I make her soup she's only going to get worse," I lie.

Cassie was perfectly fine and her annoying self.

She studies my face for a minute. "Fine. I'll make some soup," she says and puts the mop back.

I had to see her phone.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Can I borrow your phone? Mines dead and I really need to call my mom," I say.

"Okay," she says and takes the phone out.

She's really giving it to me?

She hands me the phone. "Just place it on the counter once you're done," she says and walks into the kitchen.

I wait until she's inside. She even unlocked it.

I quickly opened her messenger.

Relief washed over me, when there weren't any messages that'd make me doubt her. Jus crappy messages from Logan.

I scrolled till the end but nothing came of it. She only had messages from Logan and a few people at school.

I checked her call logs but she was clear.

Relief washed over me. "Thank god," I muttered to myself.

I placed her phone on the counter and sat on the island stool.

A few minutes later Leah walked in with my take out.

"Here," she said placing the bag.

"How much?"

"The cash register is locked, so I can't really take your money right now. So, don't worry about it," she says.

"Um, maybe I can pay tomorrow then?"

"No, it's alright," she says.

I watch her put the mop and bucket back in place.

"Are you closing up?" I ask her.

She nods.

"Um, can I take you home?" Why am I being nice to her?

"Logan's picking me up," she says.

"Isn't Logan leaving for Vermont?" I ask her. "Vermont?" She asks confused.

"Yeah, he told coach he's taking two days off. His aunt —"

"Passed away, I completely forgot," she sighs.

"Right," I nod.

She rummages through her bag for something and mutters. "So. . . I can still give you a ride," I say. She looks at me for a minute before she nods. "Yeah, that would be great."

"Alright, I'll go start the car, and you can lock up." she nods and I make my way out. This feels weird. I can act civil with her, I just choose not to. I wait in my car, as I watch her lock up and walk towards the vehicle.