Fixated

((01))

Raeleigh's P.O.V.

It was dumb for me to assume that he'd drop it, or that it would leave me alone.

"I just graduated, Jasper. I don't leave for college for a while. I actually might take a skip year, just to hang with my cool little brother," I mumbled, tucking my phone away as it vibrated. Luckily it wasn't the blocked number that I had grown to fear.

Jasper always worried, he knew about my stalker, he even said he'd handle him, but I can't have my seven year old brother going after someone larger than me.

"What's wrong, Ray-Ray?" He asked, grabbing at my phone.

"Nothing. Archer texted me. I have to go," I mumbled, walking toward the door.

The dress I wore underneath my cap and gown just five hours ago laid in my bedroom floor, the black floral print facing up. I grabbed my keys and taser, hoping on everything that I wouldn't need it.

"Raeleigh! No, you aren't going out again. Not by yourself," My mother yelled up the stairs.

"Mom, I have my taser. You don't need to worry," I said, kissing her cheek as I walked back down the stairs and straight to the front door.

Right as I opened the door, Archer stepped in.

"Are you ready?" He asked, glancing between my mom and I.

"Sure thing," I answered, smiling at my mom.

My taser was tucked into my purse, hidden away from Archer.

If he saw that...

Archer Raker is the typical bad boy of Marsdon High.

He would just pass me in the hallway and not give it a second thought, that is until he glanced at my phone one day and got curious.

They say curiosity killed the cat, well they were right... whoever they is.

"Honey, please be careful. Call me if you need me, call me if you need anything," My mom mumbled, pulling me into a tight hug.

I could practically feel his eyes on me.

I turned around to face him now, his long black hair falling in his face. I could barely even see his bright green eyes through his dark curls.

I stepped closer to him, not too close but close enough to smell the cigarette smoke on him.

"Love you, Mom," I said, giving her a weak smile.

My mom couldn't help being scared for me, I'm scared for myself. Hell, even my seven year old brother is scared for me.

"Why is your mom so worried all the time?" Archer asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder and walking with me.

I shrugged his arm off, practically running to my car and hopping in.

"Is it because of your weed problem?" He asked, bringing a light smile on my face.

"I don't have a weed problem, Archer," I insisted for the second time in two days.

My mind wandered back to when Archer first showed interest in me.

I had just given my senior presentation, walking back to my seat. I pulled out my phone and glanced at the screen.

Blocked.

I glanced around, tucking my phone back into my pocket as I bumped into a hard chest.

"Sorry," I mumbled, glancing up at him.