Counting Down

Chapter 3: Stalker much?

This is just a filler! Sorry if this chapter is crap!

I drum my fingers on my desk as I scroll down my instagram feed. I find this funny picture that actually makes me laugh out loud. You know those rare moments when you actually crack up at a hilarious post? Well that's what I'm expirienceing right now. Suddenly an text pop-up appears at the top of my screen.

From: Angie

ok, i think i found blake on facebook!!!!

WHAT THE HELL?!

To: Angie

HOW DAFUQ DID U FIND HIM AND WHY WOULD YOU LOOK FOR HIM?!!!!!!!!!!!

From: Angie

cuz i want 2 meet him. -_- duh

Of course that's why she became a stalker and looked for him on facebook. At starbucks I started blabbing on about how perfect Blake Taylor was (I knew I shouldn't have l let his last name slip) I told her his age, about his dog and his weird obsession with chocolate. Why oh why am I so stupid?!

From: Angie

come overrrrrrr! i wanna sho u wat i found!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I even have a chance to knock at Angie's door, she flings it open. I realize she's wearing a tight tube top and skinny jeans. In the middle of winter... at her own house. I usually wear sweatpants and a baggy shirt with some random band on it when I'm at home. I love my sweats so much, that I wasnt bothered to change out of them before coming over here. Angie's face is lit up and she is smiling so hard, that I'm scared her mucsles will permanently stay like that.

"Come on!" she says pulling on my arm and racing up the stairs. I plop down on her cozy, decorative pink bed as she pulls her laptop out from under her bed and places it on her lap. Oh my god, I just realized that they call a lap top a laptop because you place it on your lap! Yeah? Okay, I'm sorry.

"LOOK!" she exclaimes, presing her perfectly manicured finger onto the screen which showed a gorgeous face that I recognize.

My jaw drops as I suddenly come to realization that Angie has managed to be creepy enough to find him. It's him alright. His profile picture shows his perfect face. Defined cheekbones, sexy hair, poop colored eyes... everything I remember (but 10 times better). Only then do I realize that he's already added Angie as a friend. I frown because I know how revealing her profile picture is, but it's also flawless and gorgeous, so maybe that's why he added her?

"It says that he studies at the University of Connecticut!" she squeals "The same school as Charlie!" Charlie is Angie's perfect brother. He has the same blonde hair as Angie, same gorgeous eyes, the only difference is his bone structure in his face. He has a wide jawbone which is a total turn on to most girls (guilty as charged) and a toned body. It's hard to believe that I have never ever had a crush on him since day one of mine and Angie's friendship... which was ages ago. "WE HAVE TO MEET HIM!" she suddenly looks like a One Direction fangirl. And we all know how crazy directioners are...

"What?" It takes a while to process what Angie said through my mind "Angie no! No!"

"Come on!" she grabs my wrists and starts to spin around. Is she seriously dancing with joy? I thought that that only happened in stories and stuff. I haven't really experienced it. But then again, nothing exciting really happens in my life. "It will be fun!" I shake off her grip and sit back down. I pull her hot-pink laptop closer to me and start creeping around his page. My heart starts pounding against my chest when I read he's single. I can't help but feel myself smile.

I keep scrolling down and see a lot of pictures but mostly text. I click on his 'Photos' tab and don't realize that Angie's peering over my shoulder at what I'm doing.

"I guess I'm not his only stalker." she wiggles her eyebrows wierdly. I click on the first picture and I swear Angie and I started drooling right there on the spot.

Holy shi--chipmunks.

The photo is high definition. He is staring at a camera with a model face on, his biceps are the perfect size. He isn't overly disgustingly strong like most guys at my school are. They think it's cool, but it's really not. He is standing in a beach with the ocean, full of people, behind him.

"T-this is who you kissed?" Angie blinks as if she were dreaming. She obviously can't believe that I kissed this gorgeous guy. I mean, who would? If someone told me I were to kiss model material like this, I would laugh so hard that I'd even become a knee slapper. By the way, I hate knee slappers. "T-this is Blake?"

My memory of him has been fading in the past three days and seeing his face again makes his image clearer, and the butterflies flutter faster.

"Yup." I gulp. If I do see him again and Angie comes with me, she will use her amazing flirting powers on him and he will be charmed. He will never look at me again since he'd have Angie to look at.

Just great. Count on Angie to yank all my pride right out of my hands. And I, being the loyal friend, let her slip it out of my fingers.

She darts to her closet and pulls out some clothes and throws it at me. Me being clumsy and the klutz I am, manage to get hit in the eye with the hanger. I silently curse to myself while rubbing my eye in pain. I look up nd see Angie changing. Yup right in front of me. She's so comfortable with her body that she wouldn't mind changing in front of a group of the opposite gender. She should be proud of it though. She has curves that you can only dream of having in -- well, dreams. Her chest isn't flat like mine, and her butt is just big enough to not look like Nicki Minaj.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion.

"Changing." she says casually while slipping on tight crop top. "And you should too."

"Why?"

"Because we are paying Blake a little visit"

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(Not proof read)

Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been busy and my wattpad is messed up! SOrry for the crappy and short chapter! I had to rushhh. By the way, don't be offended by the 1D comment, I'm a directioner too

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