What the Hell?! How does he know my name?! Did he go through my wallet?! Does he stalk me?! Is he gonna find me and kill me?!
"Calm down. Take a breath." I tell myself.
"You probably just went or still do go to school with him." I say as I step in crunchy eggshell.
Welp. There goes three dollars. I think as I bend down to clean it up. I soon finish licking up the cracked egg remnants and begin to wash my hands. I need a drink. I open my fridge and it reveals a terrible lack of alcohol. Guess it's time to go to the liquor store. I sigh and head down the hall with Bear coming after me.
I grab my phone, wallet, and keys then open the door. As I try to close it Bear whines.
"That was rather pathetic Bear, don't you think? Don't give me that look. I'll be back soon, I promise." I say as I force the door shut and lock it. I turn and walk to my car. I sigh as I put the keys in the ignition and drive away.
"Alcohol. Here I come." I say as I walk to my car.
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I arrive at 'The Liquor King' and get out of my car. I walk inside and receive a half-assed nod from the cashier. I walk to the back and head for the Jose Cuervo. Yum! Let's get some Jack Daniels while I'm at it. I grab Jose and head for his buddy Jack.
"Shit." I mumble when I see that they moved it to the top shelf. I look around to see if there's a stool. No luck. Time to climb. Right as I pull up my sleeves and begin to crouch, some hot guy grabs it, hands it to me then walks off.
"Thank you." I yell as he turns the corner into a different aisle. I stick my tongue out and wiggle it a bit, then walk to the counter and the cashier rings it up.
"I.D." He bluntly states.
"Right." I say as I pat down my jacket. I pull my wallet out with a quiet ah-ha. I open it and place it on the counter.
"Is this some kind of joke?" He angrily asks. I give him a puzzled look and snatch up my wallet.
"What? 731-842-3467? What is this? Ya know, if you wanted to give me your number you could've just said so." I say with a small wink.
"Out!" The cashier says with disgust as he takes the liquor and puts it behind the counter. I roll my eyes and walk out the door. Jesus. What the actual fuck? In all seriousness, where's my license? And who's number is this? I sigh and twirl the piece of paper between my fingers as I walk to my car. Then it dawns on me.
Creeper guy strikes again.
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The Wicked Ones
Teen Fiction"Since you are about to die you may ask one question." Said the Gate Keeper "A-alright,' I shakily replied. I need to think about this. There's a million questions I need answered but with the strict 'one-question only' rule I guess I'm stuck with...
