Chapter 17: A stalker?

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My phone began to vibrate, I sat myself on the bed and dug in my bag to find it. I looked at the screen it was Sasha. I answered the call..

*Phone conversation*

Sasha: Hey!

''Hey Sasha, how are you?''

Sasha: I'm good, I get out in a few days you?

''Things are good even though I got pushed today but no biggie. I'm going to the movies with Matthew later.

Sasha: Whoa oh wow and awwww are you and Matthew dating? You guys are so cute :3

''No Sasha, we're not. We are just really close friends.''I began to blush.

Sasha: ''Mhmm, you know you like him. Anyway my parents are really supporting me after everything that happened. I knew deep down they were disappointed but I've decided to put that whole Josh thing behind me. I was afraid they were going to make me leave Cornell.''

''Oh wow, I'm glad things are working out for you and if you left I don't know what I'll do. I loveeee youuu.''

Sasha: ''Yup. I knew you loved me. I gotta go. Talk to you later kisses and hugs.''

''Bye.''

I hung up the phone and placed it on my drawer. I looked at the time, its only 2:00 and I haven't ate lunch yet, that should hold me down until I go out with Matt. I got up and slipped out of my clothes, i decided to put on something comfortable. I slipped on some sweatpants and a hoodie with some sandals. I combed my hair and made it into a messy bun as usual. I grabbed my phone and placed it in my hoodie pocket. I was out the door and made sure I locked it . I made my way downstairs to the cafeteria, there were a few students outside socializing and texting. I walked in the cafeteria/

There were at least 25 people in here. I made my way to the line and waited behind a girl with black and blue hair. I looked around and noticed that Elijah walked in, I put my hoodie over my head so I could avoid him.

''Next.'' The lunch lady said.

''Hi, I would like some chicken fingers with fires and a medium cup of iced tea.'' I said.

I watched her place the lunch in the computer.

''Okay you're good.''

 I went in the waiting area, waiting for my lunch to come. Until someone tapped me in the shoulder.

I turned around slowly and it was Elijah.

''Hey.'' He said.

''Oh hi, what a coincidence, that you're here.'' I said.

''Yeah it is.'' He said looking at me.

''Yup. This is actually my fourth time seeing you in one day. You have a record.'' I said.

''I just can't keep myself away from you..You are a new friend.'' He said

I turned around and my tray was there. I grabbed my tray and made my way to one of the free booths, passing Elijah, he was following me from behind. He sat down in the opposite side facing me.

''Can I help you with something?'' I said feeling annoyed.

''No..I just want to talk to you..'' He said.

''Oh well I'm eating right now.'' I said eating a french fry.

''So..what's your major?'' He asked.

''Criminal law.'' I said.

''Oh cool.''He said.

I continued eating my lunch and he watched me. I started to feel really uncomfortable and annoyed. i just met this guy and he already urkes me so much. He's like a stalker I never wanted and its only been a day. He bites his lips, like he sees something he likes. Thank god, he doesn't have my number, speaking of numbers I'm throwing his number away....

He was so strange and awkward I didn't like that about him...

I finished my lunch and got up to throw my lunch away. He walked to the exit beside me.

''Well I'm going back to my dorm room so...'' I said.

''Oh okay..I guess I'll see you around.'' He said.

He walked away.

I shook my head. Does this guy have nothing to do?I mean its like he wants to be my pocketbook.......

Author's note

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