Purple is the Face of Death

CHAPTER 3: LOVERS

It's been awhile since I stalk-chat Drew and he didn't even know that I know who he really is. We're classmates, but because he's a prankster and easy-going type, everybody loves being with him while there's me who has two friends only. I'm not complaining though. I like having small group of friends, and watching from afar is what I do most of the time. Stalking Drew as he goes home from school or go to the arcade with our other classmates.

Stalking. It's my best skill. No one knew that the 'Master Eye' everyone's talking about was me. There's this old mailbox at the back of our school which was known to answer all the questions you have for your crush. Little did they know my cousins started it way back 1990's and I'm their legacy. So, when there ae girls wanting to know things about their crushes, ti was me doing the stalking and giving them the answers through their lockers.

As for my crush, I like being in the field. I followed him going to the arcade when my friend told me about him meeting a girl. I wear a wig and changed my school skirt to a jogging pants while wearing shades instead of eyeglasses.

I was too excited in seeing him ejecting the girl and didn't notice the post in front of me. So, I hit my nose and my forehead which almost caught Drew's attention who's currently talking to a girl outside the arcade center.

"Are we really going to do this?" asked my friend.

"Shh! We might get caught just shut up!""

"Why don't you just confess your feelings to him?" she kept asking ridiculous things.

Why not?

It's because I don't want to get rejected. I don't want him to avoid me for the rest of our high school. Soon, we will be going to different college and I will be satisfied just by seeing him like this.

I was staring at him with my man-made binocular to see him clearly. I can't hea what their saying but the moment Drew moved closer to the girl I almost slap Jecca's face. Instead, I grabbed on her shoulders and shake her body.

"Oh jeez. Stop it. I can't breathe," she complained.

"Shut up. I'm just shaking your shoulders not strangling your neck."

After that they separate their ways and I went home frustrated with so many questions on my head.

I sighed deeply as I lay into my bed and ask myself why am I like this?

Unlike my other friends who's fifteen years old, I'm a kind of girl who's wearing eyeglasses, not smart, thin, and a common person in this world.

I know Drew's account ID in the dating app he used called WeTalk. So, I created my own and chatted with his username.

Fattynerd07: Hi!

DrewDraw7: Hello! Same number I see. What does 7 means to you?

Fattynerd07: I just like it. What about you?

I still asked even if I know the answer. It's also the reason why I chose number seven.

DrewDraw7: My birthday. July 7. Cool, right?

Fattynerd07: Yup! So, are you single?

DrewDraw7: Straightforward, aren't we?

Fattynerd07: Well, I just don't like being in the spotlight for so-called stealing someone else's boyfriend

DrewDraw7: That's true. But hey, I don't have one. Do you?

Fattynerd07: I'm straight so I don't have a gf either.