Chapter 3

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Amelia's POV

I looked up and saw.........."Nikki"

She is the most popular girl in school. Why?

Because she is smart? Lol. No.

Because she is rich? Of course yes.

She is in the same grade as me but different class.

'Cause she is dumb.

Okay.....i should stop bashing her. Or i will end up being like her.

By the way, she is a bully.

While everyone was looking at us, i stood up fixing my outfit.

Well....everyone knows about our rivalry.

She is dumbest, i am smartest. (^-^)

"Opps....did not see you there?"

She said smirking. And obviously her minions were laughing.

Everyone were waiting for me to reply.

"Really??.... you could not see me even after wearing contact lenses?
Awww.....poor you! I pity you! You need serious eye treatment."

I said and saw her making her hand into a fist in anger.

Everyone were in awe.

She then went away with her minions.

Kate and i went to our spot and started eating.

Meanwhile

??'s POV

"Did you do what i told you to?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss. I did." He replied.

"Good. Make sure to keep an eye on her." I told him.

"Yes, boss. I will."

"You may go now."

"Yes, boss."

He said and then bowed and went away.

I sighed.

Amelia's POV

After lunch, we went to our next class.

School went by smoothly.

After school, we came back to our respective houses.

Well, Mel didnt come with me.

He said he has something to do.

I shrugged cause sometimes he goes to his friends' house.

Sometimes, he stays there over too.

I went to my room and changed into comfortable clothes.

It was 5:00 pm. So i decided to take a walk.

There was a park near our house.

I went there and sat on one of the bences.

Suddenly,i saw a guy coming this way.

He looked new. I have never seen him around.

He then saw me and came to me.

"Um...hey..can i sit here?" The guy asked me.

"Yeah...sure." I said to him.

"Thank you. What is your name?" He asked.

"Amelia. And welcome. What is your name?"

"Charlie..." He said.

"Charlie puth"?? Lol.
I thought.

"Are you new here? I have never seen you around before." I asked.

"Yeah..um...actually i just moved in here with my parents." He said.

"Oh...that is great. Where are you from?"

"New York."

"Wait..,you came here all the way from New York to here in California?" I asked again.

"Yeah..because of my dad's business."

"Oh...so you are going to be a businessman too?" I said but he looked at the ground.

"Not that i want to. But i guess i have to." He said and I could see sadness in his eyes. It was visible.

"What do you wanted to do?" I asked trying to make him not uncomfortable.

"I am an artist. That is literally my life actually." He said smiling a bit.

"Oh...really? That is great!"

"Thank you." He said smiling at me and continued by saying,"You look around my age. Where do you study at?"

"California University." I said.
(A/N: i dont know if that actually exist or not, i just made that up.)

"Oh..really? I am actually going to attend there tomorrow."

"Oh..that is awesome! We will see each other again then."

"I am looking forward to that." He said smiling at me.

"His smile is very sweet"
I thought.

We talked more than we should have. It was already dark.

Well.....here comes my fear. Charlie said his house was down the street. That means he lives nearby. Great then.

We talked as we were walking.

Suddenly, it felt like someone was following me well....."us".

It was nothing new. I had nyctophobia since i was little.
(A/N: "Nyctophobia" is a phobia of darkness.)

I am afraid to go out at night, even if there are lights all over the city. I just feel someone is watching me all the time. My phobia is known to nobody. Only my family and Kate knows about it. I always try to act normal, its hard sometimes. Thats why, i dont go to late night parties.

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Hey, everyone. I am the author of this lame story.
I hope you enjoyed it. I wanna make it interesting. 
Thats why I am taking it slow for now.
Please read and comment.
Have a great day!

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