My Stalker (Rewriting)

Chapter 11 - Edited

The only thing I heard was the annoying ringtone from my phone, telling me to get up. I looked over to the side and my eyes fell on the calendar. It's funny to think that it was now my 18th birthday. 

Still not fully caring, I opened my phone and was bombarded with messages and birthday greetings. I smiled and rolled my eyes at some like Lora's while I hissed in disgust when I read Will's. 

Three spontaneous knocks on the door later, Aunt Carla and Ashlee burst inside with a candle-lit cake. "Happy birthday!" they sang and both plopped on my bed, laughing. 

"Get off," I mumbled, still smiling. 

"You're still so mean," Ashlee complained. It's not like my attitude would go away solely because of my birthday. "Anyway, what's your plan for tonight?"

"I'll check my planner," I answered. Tonight. Right. I had already planned to wear the dress I bought along with matching heels to a venue with only a few close family and friends. Not much but it's enough. 

As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a long wheeze from Ashlee's butt that was directed at my face. I grumbled and pushed her arse away. "You disgusting prick." And both went out with a cackle. 

Will's POV

I got out of the ice-cold shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. Water droplets fell to the floor and I stared at my reflection in the lengthy mirror. I tousled my hair and dried myself off. I was constantly checking my messages to see if Julia replied. She did, by the way. 

You: Happy birthday! :) Hope to see u tonight. 

Julia: I don't want to. 

Julia: :)

Julia: Thanks, btw. 

I scoffed at her replies but was appreciative of her response either way. Once I got dressed and galloped down the stairs like a majestic pony, Mom greeted me by the doorway with my tuxedo in her hand. "I'm very much excited to see you look like a loser tonight."

Giving her a flat look, I grabbed the tuxedo from her hands. "Thanks."

"You know what, Will?" she asked from the kitchen that smelled like burnt pancakes. She settled a tower of them on my plate despite fully knowing that I won't eat it. 

"What?"

"You haven't been this happy since your father left," she smiled. 

I raised my eyebrow at her. "I thought you said he's now a taboo topic and his existence never mattered anymore."

She shrugged. "Let's change it then. You've never been this happy since the day you broke your nose from the trampoline because you were an idiot."

"Yeah, that's not helping," I muttered behind the mug I was sipping coffee from. "And besides, I don't think Julia and I will be more than friends."

She cocked her head to the side. "Why?" 

I hummed. "She clearly treats me as a friend and only as a friend. I mean, I'm grateful though, really, I am."

"But...?" she inquired and gestured me to sit down with her. 

"I don't think I like her that much anymore," I shrugged. "It feels surreal to me and her personality is starting to reveal who she really is."

She hit the side of my head with her mug and I flinched. "Idiot," she hissed. 

I whimpered in agony and glared at her. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you?" she retorted. "You think she'd immediately open up to you after being friends for two weeks?"

"Well-" 

"And you really think that she'd fancy you after you burst through her door early in the morning only to say hi?" At this point, she was mocking me. 

"How'd you know I went to her house?" I inquired, finally getting up. 

"I watched you get in your car and laughed when you came back home like the loser you are," she answered nonchalantly. 

I scoffed at her. "Could you stop calling your son a loser?"

"Only when you stop acting like one," she smiled. 

Rolling my eyes, I walked to the front door and got my shoes on. "I love you," she said, still on the couch. 

"Jerk," I replied and shut the door behind me. I huffed and opened the door again to peep my head back inside and said, "I love you too" before finally escaping to school.

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With so much love and chicken nuggets,

Brit❤