Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

I follow the auburned hair Greaser as he and a few others walked to the movie house. I was quick and quiet, but he still heard someone following. It's like a survival instict, kind of, but I made sure he didn't see me coming.

I couldn't let him know about this, at least, not yet.

I hid in an alley when he turned, then continued to follow after he turned around. There were many close calls, but he never saw me. But today-tonight, will be the night he'll find out. I would get him, tell him who I am. Then things will get a whole lot easier. He'll be hiding in his room, alone, then I could watch him all I wanted through the window. I won't have to struggle with having to look for him, that wastes precious time. He'll be curled up on his bed, shaking with utter fear. Vulnerable. Mine.

I could feel myself getting aroused with the idea, having him, him being broken.

It was sick, but I didn't care. I just wanted the boy.

They got there rather quickly, much to my misfortune. But they didn't bother to pay. They all climbed over the fence, one by one like sheep. I subconciously licked my lips when Ponyboy climbed up next, his jeans slipping down and exposed his boxers.

I was sick, sick sick sick to the next degree. but again, I didn't give a damn.

I followed when all of them got across, crawling under the fence to be quiet. I crept in behind them, walking somewhat casually so people wouldn't get the impression I was being an obsessive stalker.

Though, that was exactly what I was, I didn't want to ruin my reputation. I was the girl who didn't care about anything, the criminal. But the Curtis boy turned me into a lovesick stalker. Like one of those fangirls.

But I was different, because I WILL get the boy. Unlike others, who soon grow out of it and move on, I will never move on. He's going to be mine, just mine. No one else's. And he's to blame. He should of left me alone, he should of gotten a hint to get the hell away from me.

I told him. I told him loud and clear that I don't make friends with Grease like him. I was a Dog, Dog's don't like Greasers, Greasers don't like Dogs. It's the way it's always been, and he had to fuck up the cycle with his 'Friendship' bullshit.

Heres the twist, I didn't wanna be friends. I wanted to be more than friends, way more than I think is possible. I wanted him to love me.

I sat behind them, eyeing the boy of my dreams. His auburn hair and greenish grey eyes haunt my mind every second of the day. I just wanted to run my fingers through his silky hair. I did get a chance to touch it, but that was before I got this way. And it was on accident.

But it was the best damn accident I have ever had.

I already knew what had brought me to this, it wasn't him being able to bring my walls down, or watching the sunset or any of that. It was that one night at the park, I was sitting on the park bench and I spotted him walking over. We greeted each other normally, though i didn't understand why he was out this late.

He sat next to me, leaning back.

"What're you doing out so late, kid?" I ask, my voice husky from the ciggarette in my hand, he shrugged,

"I don't know, I wasn't tired." i nod, knowing that was all I was getting out of him and took a long drag from my cigarette.

I had expected him to start talking about a book or something, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed my chin and kissed me before I had the chance to exhale. The smoke slithered through our mouths when I couldn't hold it back. He pulled back, a pinkish tint on his cheeks. I stared at him with my mouth slightly agape. He turned redder,