Hello, I am Lauren O'Neill, and my favorite thing to write is books and short stories. So far, I have written 8 books, and am working on more. I occasionally share excerpts from my books in lit club. I also share short stories I have created.
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Description: This was a short story I wrote for my Sophomore English class, about a recently engaged girl who is stalked by an ex-boyfriend who is under the delusion that they are still in love.
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Brian Cameron stood on one side of the quaint street, looking out at the towering building above. The little apartment complex was adorned with flower beds that looked like they came out of a Better Homes and Gardens book, and a elegant touch of ivy grew up the front of the reddish brown bricks. Brian thought it was quite nice and cozy. It was cute. Just perfect for her. But wasn't it perfect for him, too?
It had taken him a while to track her down, what with the shock of losing her, and then her moving all the way across the country.
And, of course, her finding some baby-faced chump to replace him with. He still wasn't over seeing her shining face in such close proximity to his when he scrolled through her Facebook account each day.
Brian just felt terrible for her. The poor girl had to be with him. He was nothing special, like Brian was. The new guy was called Ronnie or Roy or something, Brian couldn't remember. But he looked like he could be a middle schooler! She didn't want that.
She wanted someone who looked like Brian. Someone who looked like their age, if not better. Yes, at just twenty-nine years old, Brian was already much better looking than him. He had skin that was tanned golden, dark hair and pale blue eyes, and lots of defined muscles and chiseled features. All that stupid Ray guy had was... Wait no, not Ray. For the life of him, Brian just couldn't remember his name. Well, the new guy was pale and skinny, his eyes and hair much too light of a brown, and he simply looked like a dork. Which, Brian admitted, was perfect if you liked tall, skinny nerds.
But Cassie definitely couldn't. She just wasn't that kind of person. Brian knew it.
Well, then, Cassandra Evelyn West, Brian thought. Let's see who you'll choose after I'm finished with him. There is no way you could possibly take that weakling over me, my darling.
No. Definitely not.
Brian crossed the street with newfound confidence, and snuck up the fire escape to the third floor window. He edged his way along the ledge until he reached their window, and could peer in. He was disappointed to not see Cassie's lovely sandy-blonde hair whipping around her shoulders as she turned around and saw him. She would have beamed brighter than the sun.
Oh, well. Maybe when he got inside she could see him. Brian could already see her grateful face when he beat Rory Allen to a pulp, and saved her from this mess. Yeah, Rory. That was his name.
Brian adjusted his footing on the ledge, and rammed his fist into the glass window. A microscopic crack shone on the window, so he punched again and again. Finally, once his knuckles were red, cracked and raw, the glass shattered, and he swung his body inside. Brian peeked into the kitchen, and the bedroom, grabbing a few of Cassie's things, so she didn't have to worry about moving her things out of the apartment when she came back to California with him.
