Fixated

((07))

"So what'd you guys talk about?" 

I glanced over at my curious best friend, her eyes watching my movement. 

"Nothing. We just chatted while my mom had me on lockdown. I half expected him to leave five minutes into the conversation," I mumbled, exhaling rather loudly. 

Brooke and I decided that yoga would be a great way to blow off some steam. After ten different poses and lots of complaining, I can say it's pretty relaxing. 

"Wow. He must be trying to get in your pants or something," She said, stretching her arms over her head for one final pose. 

"Please," I scoffed, "he knows I'm with your brother."

She rolled her eyes, laying on her back as I took a sip of my water. 

She seemed to be thinking, her mind taking her far away from me. 

"I don't know..." She mumbled, getting to her feet. 

She offered me a hand, which I gladly took before sprinting toward the staircase. 

"You can't go ten minutes without him!" She yelled up the stairs after me. 

I was gasping for breath as I took two steps at a time to get to his bedroom door, flinging it open as I jumped through it. 

"Hola!" I yelled, hoping to scare him out of bed. 

He wasn't there...

"Casper?" I called, gaining no response. 

I pulled his bathroom door open, the bathroom empty and silent. 

I huffed as I walked back down the stairs, hoping he was in the kitchen or living room. 

"Where's your brother?" I asked Brooke, her back facing me as she poured both of us a glass of water. 

"I don't know. He isn't home?" She asked, handing me the cold glass. 

I nodded my head, taking a large gulp of water. It was cold, refreshing as I pulled my phone from my back pocket. 

"I'll call him," I mumbled. 

I dialed his number, holding the phone next to my ear. I listened to it ring, the voicemail playing as I ended the call. 

"He didn't answer?" She asked, shock on her face. 

"No. It went to voicemail. Are you sure you don't know where he went?" I asked, my mind racing with the possibilities. 

What if he's hurt?

What if my stalker got to him?

"Don't worry, he used to do this all the time, he was single then though. I always assumed he was with a girl, I guess I was wrong. He'll be home at some point, just like you need to go home now. Your mom would kill you if you miss the lunch she scheduled," Brooke said, ushering me toward the door. 

"Okay, fine! I'll just run upstairs and grab my keys," I mumbled, heading toward the stairs. 

As I headed up, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out only to see a text from my mom. 

"Please don't be late for lunch. You need to talk to him."

I shoved my phone back into my pocket. It's been three days since she blew up on me, making me stay home in order to avoid Casper. Things are less awkward now, I still don't want to talk to my dad though. 

I grabbed my keys off of Brooke's bedside table, grabbing my jeans as well. I came over last night after eating out, Casper wasn't home yet so we just crashed. I changed into her shorts and tank this morning when we decided to do yoga.