she will be mine

she will be mine ch8

Sorry i took so long to upload. I haven't been aloud to use my computer for a week. Apparently my mom (who happens to be and overprotective nurse) though i was spending to much time on the computer. It's only been 5 days so technically i'm sneaking right now, and if i get caught its on you guys because i felt bad for not uploading in a while. So don't make my sacrifice be in a vain!!!! :)

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swimchick

P.S. I was going to split up ch8 cuz its kinds long but i though you guys deserved the whole thing for waiting so patiently for it.... Enjoyy!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 8

Jazz and I were completely silent. I didn't dare talk, or breathe for that matter. What the hell was this? Was it some kind of joke? My mind immediately drifted to those two pervs I encountered last night. No, that was crazy. They didn't even know my name, let alone where I was staying. This creep obviously knew. There was no mailing address so it had to have been dropped off by the sender. I shuddered. The very idea that someone was watching me made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. When Marnie had given me the envelope, I had thought it was from Cam. A consolation prize for not being available for a date. Now I knew it was impossible. There was no way Cam had followed me. If he had wanted to creep on me he could have come with, but no. He had said that he had other priorities.

"Who the hell sent this?" Jazz asked while she looked for a sender's name. I merely shook my head, unable to utter a proper response. I was too shocked for words. My mouth went dry and felt rough and tasteless. The room suddenly felt way too cold, as if all the warmth had been sucked out by those three words.

"D-do you think it was those g-guys who t-tried to..." I stuttered.

"I don't know. Those guys didn't know who you were, it was just a wrong place wrong time kinda thing. Unless..." She looked at me and I knew who she was thinking about.

"No, absolutely not. Cam would never do something like this." I said vehemently.

"You don't know that Mikki. You just met the guy the other day and he could be a psycho for all you know." She said.

"Cam isn't like that. I feel like I know him already and I know that doesn't make sense but I''m serious. He wouldn't do this."

"Mikki, I'm not saying thats its definitely him. All I'm asking is for you to be careful. I don't want you to get hurt." I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Thanks for the concern, Jazz. Really, I mean it, but I'm sure it will be fine. Life isn't like the books. Listen Jazz, I'm sure Kyle wants to spend some "time" with you. Why don't you go and see him. I'll get rid of this." I smiled at her to hide my growing anxiety. I didn't want her to worry about me. I could take care of myself. I always had and, hopefully, always will. Carefully, I put the envelope under my bed. If it happened again, I needed evidence to give to the police so they could catch this guy. Subconsciously, I prayed it wouldn't happen again, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only just beginning.

Dun ❦ dun❦ dun❦

The next day we all spent the day in the lake. Matt's parent's had a Boston Whaler so he and Joley were zipping around the lake while we contented our selves with jumping off the dock or tanning in the chairs on the deck. The sun was high in the sky. The light was so bright that it bounced off the water like sparkling diamonds. I was sitting on the side of the dock, feet dangling lazily in the water. My skin was once again dry and my dark hair was up in a messy bun on the top of my head. I just sat there, admiring the scenery when, all of a sudden, something hurled me in to the water. My skin, warmed by the sun rays, erupted in goosebumps. My heart started to beat a mile a minute as the cold water surrounded my body. I felt bubbles floating all around me, gliding over my skin in desperation to get to the surface, feeling like tiny butterfly wings. I knew automatically that it was Ryan who pushed me. It was so like him to sneak up on people, especially me, and push them into the water. I grinned under the water and quickly dove deeper to swim to the other side. I couldn't help but fulfill the need to psych him out. He would probably get all worried thinking that I drowned while I silently crept up behind him to push him in. The plan was foolproof. I snickered evilly under the water before I climbed up the ladder. He was kneeling on the side of the dock in his navy blue swim shorts, looking down into the water. Searching for me.