The Stalker #wattys2016

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(Gracie's home)
Recap-

I sat down in my history class and I rested my head in my hands. I sighed and closed my eyes. I cant wait to get home I thought.

End of Recap-

When school was finally over I walked to my locker to retrieve my bag. I closed my locker and walked down the hall to the front doors of the school. When I walked out the doors I saw my car... and Michael. He was leaning against the drivers side door with his arms crossed with his signature smirk.

I sighed and continued walking to my car. I stopped and stared at him blankly then raised my eyebrow. "Well?"

"Well what?"

I gave him the 'really?' look.

He chuckled and pushed himself off the door and moved out of my way.

I walked to the door and heard the car beep. Since my car is a 2016 I don't have to pull my keys out and click the button, I just have to be really close to the door and then it'll beep. (No joke guys, this is real). I felt his breath on my neck so I turned around, "do you mind? You're to close."

"No I don't mind."

I sighed and gripped the bridge of my nose, "Michael I'm not in the mood for this." I turn back around and open the door only to have it slammed shut. Michaels large hand kept me from opening the door. "Michael! Move!"

He moved his free hand and touched his chin pretending to think about it, "no."

"You're asking for a death wish." I stated

"Really?" He smirked moving closer so our chests were touching.

"Yes. Really. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd love to get away from your arrogant ass." I motioned to his hand and then looked back to him. He didn't budge infact he moved closer so I could smell his minty breath. "What if I don't want to?"

"Than this."

I kicked him in the balls and he grabbed it out of instinct. He fell on his knees and groaned in pain. I opened my door and jumped in the car. I slammed it shut and locked all the doors. I looked through my purse to find my keys when I heard a loud sound along with a crack. I looked to my left and saw Michael and his bloody fist. He was very mad. His face was read and his whole body was shaking, trying to control him self. Which obviously isn't working. He was taking off his sweatshirt for some unknown reason and then wrapped it around his fist. I raised and eyebrow and screamed when his fist landed with my car window. I saw the crack enlarge and turned my attention back to my purse. I looked around more and felt them on the tips of my fingers. I grabbed them and shoved the key into the ignition. I turned it and the car roared to life. Just as Michael was about to punch the window again I slammed on the accelerator. I bolted out of the school parking lot and looked back into the rearview mirror. Michael was gone. "What the fuck?" I whispered out.

What should I do about this? I know for sure that I am going to tell my parents. We'll call the cops and they'll arrest him. Yeah, that's what will happen, he'll go to jail and leave me alone.

My dad was a cop once, so we'll need proof of him harassing me. I drive the rest of the way home thinking about what I should do to handle this situation. I pulled into our drive way and parked the car. I turned it off and got out. I walked up the pathway to the front door and unlocked it then walked in.

"I'm home!"

Silence.

"Mom? Dad?"

"In here honey!" My mother, Mara said.