Peeping Tom

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Jake came downstairs a few minutes later. "Do you feel better," I questioned while pinching my nose in disgust. He just nodded and grinned.

"So what's for breakfast, master chef?", I joked.

"Well, it's only 8:08 and I honestly don't feel like cooking. How about we go to Mc. Donald's for breakfast instead?", he asked.

"Sounds good!," I called back as I ran up my stairway. I was starving and needed to grab a jacket. It was raining like always. The sun barely ever shines here in Seattle. This explains the reason my face is extremely pale. I always got aggravated at Jake cause he was naturally tan. He was lucky.

I flung my black hoody on, and headed back downstairs. Before walking out the door, I made sure both the front and back door were locked.

Jake was already sitting in the driver's seat of his truck, but not for long. I was determined to drive it this morning. I opened his door and said, "Get out." He looked at me like I was speaking Chinese.

"Jake just let me drive your truck," I stated through gritted teeth. No was his reply. "If you don't let me drive then I refuse to get in," I declared.

He didn't say anything. He only stared at me. I crossed my arms and took a seat in my gravel driveway. After five minutes of silence he finally got out, and groaned the whole way to the passenger's seat.

I smiled as I buckled my seatbelt. I knew he would give in; he never said no to me.

Before pulling out of the driveway, he made me promise to pay for the damage, if I wrecked it. I swear he had no faith in me, but I promised anyway.

We drove the whole way to Mickey D's in silence. He said I couldn't listen to the radio because it would "distract" me. Idiot.

After we ordered our breakfast, we went to the very back table and took our seats.

"What's the matter?", I asked him. A smiled started to spread across my lips. The reason he was upset is because I was right about not wrecking the truck. He should be happy, after all there's no damage done to his truck.

"Nothing.", was all he replied, as he unfolded his arms. We talked about not wanting to go to work tomorrow, and how excited we were to start college next year. We both decided to attend the same college.

An old woman's voice came on the speaker. "Number 666's order is ready.", she said, coughing at the last of her sentence.

"Smoke you another one!", I joked. Jake laughed as he went to pick up our breakfast. What a good number I thought to myself, as I scanned over the receipt. Not really though. The number was the sign of the devil. I frowned.

The back door opened, and a man walked in as soon as Jake returned with our food. I didn't really see his face though; I was to busy eating.

As I unwrapped my second sausage and biscuit, an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. I looked to my right. The man who had come in was staring at me. His cold eyes met mine and an evil smile spread across his face.

I felt sick. I rushed to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I rinsed my face off with cold water and thought back to the man's eyes.

They were the eyes I seen looking through my window, the eyes at the diner, and the eyes I just seen. They all belonged to the same man. I was positive he was my creeper.

I pushes the door open. My eyes scanned the spot where the man was sitting. He had vanished. I didn't take my eyes off of that spot.

"Jake, let's leave now!" He didn't even get to finish his meal.

I hopped in the truck and took off. Jake sat in the passenger's side not saying a word. He knew that was the man in the diner that had creeped me out.

It took me about ten minutes to reach my house; it usually takes about twenty at the least.

*JAKE'S POV***

I stared at Kayla. Her face had gone to a ghostly pale. She looked like she had seen a ghost. In this case, she saw a murderer that was after her. I knew the guy in Mc. Donald's was the one that had killed that innocent woman in Shrewsberry. Now he was after my best friend, but why?

I turned my attention back to Kayla. She hadn't spoken a word since we arrived. "Kay, we have to inform the police," I whispered. She shook her head no, furiously. Why was she being so stubborn? Didn't she want to see that man behind bars? I know I did.

I hated to see Kayla acting the way she has been lately. She is usually more bubbly. These past few days she had been keeping more to herself. It looked like she was in deep thought, but what was she thinking?

"I have an idea," she stated as she rose up from the couch. It was like she had read my mind.

"Were going to catch him in the act. We are going to stay up all night, and find out whose really been peeking in my bedroom," said Kayla. Tht actually didn't sound like a bad idea. Then it hit me.

I frowned, "What are we going to do if we catch him?"

She hesitated, "Um, call the police I guess."

"Okay sounds like a plan," I agreed.

*Later that night, 2:30A.M( Kayla's POV)

*Thump, thump* I suddenly awakened. I must have dozed off. I looked over at Jake, he was snoring. LOUDLY. *Thump, thump, thump* there the noise was again. I knew this time my ears weren't just playing tricks on me.

I walked over to where Jake was sleeping. "Jake get up. I heard something," I whispered. I grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "JAKE, DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID I HEARD SOMETHING." *Thump, thump* this time the noise was much louder causing even Jake to raise.

"What the hell was that?", he questioned with sleep still in his voice. He yawned.

"It's coming from the front porch," I replied. We slowly crept to the windows. I pulled the curtain back. Nothing was there. I turned to Jake with a puzzled expression on my face.

He opened the door and yelled, "who's there!?" to my surprise it was just a stupid, fat cat.

"Get off my damn porch you ugly, fat cat!!", I shouted in frustration. That was it. I didn't think we were ever going to catch the man.

We both walked in the house with sad expressions on our faces. We were really hoping to finally catch the murderer. Seeing that it was almost four, we decided to go back to sleep. I headed upstairs to my bedroom and cuddle underneath the blankets. Falling to sleep seconds later.