Our Secret Admirers

Chap. 13 I'm Edward with the scissors

I want to dedicate this story to a wattpader!

@Hazey2000me I promise I would dedicate you a chapter, so here's the dedication girl! :)

Disclaimer: Foul and vulgar language on chapter.

(Rebecca's POV)

For the third time today in the past hour I had gotten out of my bed to take some medicine. I don't know if it was okay to do this, but I just wanted to get better.

I was so mad because I had gotten sick and I had no idea from whom I got the illness from.

Feeling bored, I went to sit the on my desk to check my Facebook, and as I waited for my computer to turn on I saw something weird. There was somebody in a black hoodie in front of Loraine's house.

I couldn't tell if the person that was outside was a guy or a girl, but it seemed weird that he or she was there.

Scrunching both of my eyebrows in curiosity, I slightly moved my curtain a little to see if I could get a better close up of this person. It was already eight-thirty at night so it was nearly impossible to be able to see who the person underneath that black hoodie was.

Unexpectedly, that person faced towards my way we looked at each other for just a mere second (still not being able to tell if it was a guy or a girl) and he or she ran away quickly.

That was definitely weird.

Could it have been one of Logan's stalkers? He was really popular at school that most population of girls in our town would literally throw themselves at him, so they could be notice.

Still wondering whom it was I decided to let Loraine know what I saw just in case it wasn't one of Logan's little sluts.

After logging into Facebook and seeing Loraine's, Jared's, and Logan's mini war there was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I stood up to go open it.

"Your baby's daddy." Rolling my eyes I debated whether to open the door or not, knowing exactly who it was.

"What do you want Logan?" I sneered his name as I opened the door and stood on the entrance to my room so that he wouldn't go in. I did not want him to mess with my stuff and leave bugs that he knew I hated.

Last year, somehow he had managed to collect about thirty roaches and you know what the bastard did? He put them all inside my room when I was not at home. It was my worse nightmare when I found them crawling on the floor, the walls, my bed, my clothes, you name it!

Thank goodness for Bugs who loved all sorts of insects. If it hadn't been for her coming to my house and getting them, I'd have a hard time killing them because I was terrified of any crawling onto my skin.