"Whose there?" I yell out into the darkness behind me; afraid of who or what might respond. What's even scarier; was no response. I know there is something lurking about, but I'm clueless as to what it is. Okay, I'm not stupid. I've seen enough scary movies to know that it’s a bad idea to stop, but curiosity got the best of me. I think I'm just going to keep going now.
I pick up my pace and force myself not to turn around again. Keep going! I tell myself as I hear movement behind me again. Don't look back. I repeat in my head as I force my legs to go faster, but not to run. Running always intrigues the person or thing stalking you. Keep a steady, but quick pace.
I look down into my purse to make sure I have my pepper spray, and reach for my phone to pre-dial 9-1-1. Living in Harlem, you have to make sure you are ready for something bad to happen. Especially, when you work the night shift with no car and no bus fare. Walking is the only way to get home. I know you're probably thinking, "What do you mean you’re working the night shift, but have no bus fair?" Well, the answer to that question is simple. I'm a 17 year old girl who is living with a friend, works for minimum wage, and is also saving up for college. I pay half of the rent, I do most of the cleaning, I'm the only one who works, and I also go to high school. My friend/roommate’s parents pay for her part of the rent, and give her anything she needs as long as she promises to finish school, and go to college.
For me, not so much. I love my parents to death, but they have three other children to take care of. I moved out because they lived in a two bedroom house with four children. It was too crowded, and noisy. Plus, Joslyn needed a roommate.
"Gwen!" Someone shouts out. I quickly turn around and noticed that I had passed my apartment and my roommate was calling my name. I quickly ran to the door, and slivered passed her, and into the apartment.
"Are you okay?" She asked as I pushed her out of the way to lock the door.
"Yeah, I think someone was following me though!" I explain as I look out the peep hole to see if there was anyone out there. Much to my relief; no one was there. That was scary!
"Should we call the police?" She questioned as she reached for her phone.
"No! Don't be so dramatic. I'm just tired; I was probably just hearing things." I waved her off. "I'm going to bed!"
"But it’s a Friday night! Let's go have some fun!" She tugged on my arm.
"I'm tired and I reek!" I sigh as she continues to tug on my arm.
"So, take a shower, and slam a five hour energy!" She says mator-of-factly.
"You irk me, you really do!" I glare as I make my way to the bathroom.
"Love you!" She yells as I close the door.
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After my shower, I had to figure out what to wear. Wait, where are we going? I guess that might be a good thing to know before deciding what to wear!
"Where are we going, and what should I wear?" I ask as I walk into our living room wrapped in a towel. To my surprise, my boyfriend was sitting on the couch talking to Cheryl.
"I'm taking you guys to a club, and that is fine!" He winks. I roll my eyes, and turn to head back to my room. I guess I'll wear my red dress, black heels, and I'll probably curl my hair. Actually, I'll just scrunch it, less time consuming! Ladadadada! Doing my hair! Ladadada! Ha-ha! I'm so silly!
"Come on Gwen!" Andrew shouted.
"I'm putting my shoes on right now." I yell back as I slip on my right shoe.
"Finally Pocahontas!" He said with sarcasm as I walked into my living room.
"What? You have another girl waiting for you there?" I joked with him.
"Yeah right! Who else, besides you would want him?" Cheryl jumped in.
"I'll have you know, your sister used to like me. I turned her down though, I found someone much, much better!" He shot back as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my cheek.
"Which sister?" I laughed. Cheryl has two older sisters, two younger sisters, three older brothers, and one younger brother. It’s a big family!
"Allison!" He answered after thinking for a few seconds.
"That's not a real shocker. Allison has always liked younger guys." Cheryl laughed.
"She's 19! That's not bad, only a year difference." I added.
"Anyways, can we please get this party started? I'm getting tired again, and I need to start moving!" I explain as I yawn.
"Whoo!! Party!" Cheryl yells as she runs out the door, leaving Andrew and I laughing as we follow.
"What a spaz!" I chuckle.
~A/N~
So that is the first chapter. Crappy, I know! Things are just getting started though! I hope you guys like it!:) ~Dymond
