Beneath His Mask

Chapter 4- I am NOT a stalker

Hey guys :) Once you read this chapter you'll know why I put in "Sexy Back" LOLOL!

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The sun pokes through my blinds, and my eyelids, once surrounded by darkness, are awoken to orange.

    Suddenly, last night's events come back to me in a recollection of horrifying memories. I shudder as a strong wave of nausea hits me. After chugging the water on my nightstand, I plop back down in bed, pressing the extra pillow next to me over my face. UGH!! I feel so gross right now, especially because I smell like a mixture of wet dog and alcohol. My mother would kill me.

The distant sound of crunching rocks fills my room, as I slowly sit up to observe the scene.

As I stand up, I use all of my will power to not throw up.

    Through the cracks of my fingers I shade my eyes from the intense sun that beats down over me, swallowing me as if I'm a vampire. I am NEVER touching a drink again, I tell myself half heartedly, but grin as quick as I attempt to convince myself not to get shit faced again. I'm a sucker for giving-in.

    I remove my hands from my eyes as my surroundings have adjusted around me.

    My aunt and uncle's house is beach themed and airy- there are practically windows everywhere you look. My room in particular has a window above my bed, and a balcony sliding glass door which leads out to my deck. There is a double bed in the center of the room, it's comforter plain white that compliments the subtle baby blue walls and light hardwood floors.

    I make my way outside in my shorts and tank top- aware of the sound of crumbling rocks.

    And that's when it hits me- this sound is being made by my very persistent and secretive neighbor. Zach.

    I gaze to my right, scanning his backyard to find a very tan and muscular back doing push ups on the rocks. REALLY?! Why rocks? That shit hurts. It's like a million legos- ok, maybe those little shits hurt more- but I am seriously doubting the sanity of this dude.

    I sense myself day dreaming as he completes another 10 push ups. I need to remove myself from this scene RIGHT NOW.   

    I turn around and shuffle back to my sliding glass door, trying not to make a scene.

    "Leaving so soon?" A voice shouts from behind me, clearly out of breath.

CRAP.

    I stumble as I turn around and squint to see a very sweaty and sexy looking Cali boy. I've been snagged. Did he see me staring? The real question is, how did he even know I was up here? Our houses are maybe 20 feet apart from each other, and I am shielded by the shade the house gives off.

    "Nothing to see here except the beautiful bay," I hiss back, clearly annoyed at how I have been caught. Wait- did I just admit that I was lurking? I clearly wasn't swooning over his abs...

    "Right," he announces, still looking at me with an amused grin. What is it with this kid? His ego is bigger than my bedroom at my aunt's house.

    "What?" I ask, clearly agitated.

    "Nothing, go get some sleep or something. You're so grumpy. Maybe I should get you drunk again- you're more fun then."

    I don't answer and step back into the cool, air conditioned house to Aunt Vicky who wears a shit-eating-grin.

    "So I presume last night went well?"