2: Who's My Stalker

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RIA'S POV

"My heart's a stereo. Itbeats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote."

Music was blasting through my earphones. Partnered with the sound of rain, it was perfect.

I slowly tried to open my eyes as I felt a warm being swiping my bangs off my face. It was too dark to see, but I'm pretty sure this being is a guy. I didn't mind though. It was probably just a product of my imagination... or am I dead?

Naaah.

These past days, I have been watching all these romance movies with Kat which got me quite depressed. I even read Shakespear's Romeo & Juliet for no reason. I'm just interested I guess. Trying new things won't harm you, right?

Naaah.

Trying to swim in a pool of piranhas will hurt. Probably may cause death too.

My music stopped. I pulled my earphones out and tried to twitch to the side for a more comfortable position, but nothing worked. All I felt was something wet dripping near where I was leaning on. Wait... Wet? Dripping? Leading on?! Crap!

I opened my eyes to see where I was. I completely forgot! I was still in the waiting shed!

I then heard footsteps rush away from me, stepping on the puddles created by the rain. Hmmm. Funny, I thought. Was I being watched?

Naaah.

I stood up, picked up my sling bag and fixed my hair. The rain stopped. I better get going then. What time is it anyway? I had no watch and unluckily, my phone's battery was dead. It got overused by me playing my music.

I sighed and started walking. It's probably midnight if I were to estimate the time by the looks of the sky. It would have been pitch black if  it weren't for the street lights.

I suffered a good five minutes of walking. Gosh, I'm starving. I'm pretty sure the pizza's there by now.

I then noticed a red car slow down near where I was walking and the window scrolled down. It was Phillip. Was he stalking me? Wait. Was he the one eyeing on me at the shed?! Suspicious...

"I bet you need a ride?" he smirked mockingly at the poor old me.

"Yes, but no. I don't accept rides from random stalkers." I stood proud of my answer and walked passed his car.

"Stalker? You've got some guts to call an acquaintance a stalker." he said in a loud voice and quietly snickered' which I heard due to the silence around us.

"I wouldn't have called you that if I didn't caught you lurking around the shed I was naping at."

He looked confused at what I just said. "What are you talking about? I just got here, straight from school. There was a new students welcoming party held by the school administrator."

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