Insecure {AUGUST ALSINA}

6.

[CATALINA'S P.O.V]

"Someone is following me. Someone is following me. Oh my god, someone is following me." I repeat to myself in disbelief.

Who the hell are they and what the hell could they possibly want with me. Looking on the bright side, maybe August is just paranoid and it's only a coincidence that the car ends up everywhere I go. I just can't believe I haven't noticed it before he did.

I would think that the car was following him but it dawns upon me that the shiny, black vehicle was cruising beside me long before August showed up.

"Okay, relax. If they didn't abduct you while you were alone you might not be in danger." August tries to lighten my panic but it doesn't work even a little.

"No, maybe they just want my address, or they could be waiting to do it in private. Either way, I'm doomed. Can't believe this is how I'm going to die. This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" He scoffs, glaring at me from where he stands. "No one asked you to follow me, the only thing that is my fault is the fact that you're standing here right now."

and he's right. If he didn't help me I'd probably be in someone's basement right now, or if not, scarred for life.

"I'm going to die." I mumble. "If not today, then soon."

Then, I go into full panic mode. This reminds me of the time when I was thirteen, walking to the mailbox and a stranger did a whole 360 to look at me and reversed his bike at the end of the corner. I ran for the hills even though 9/10 he just happened to be at the end of his ride and heading back home.

I remember being a very paranoid child. That was until the head of the home I was in told me that life was going to be nothing but hard on me if I grew up being afraid of everything. I had managed to get by acting like I had no fears, but now the seven year old girl who would open her eyes to glance at the door in the dark is creeping out of me.

"Okay. We'll just stay put until we figure something out."

We? There didn't have to be a we in this but he'd be wiling to help me. Thinking about it, if he left then I'd be alone. Alone and easier to target. Especially considering that the only person still at the school is the Principal who is deep in his office and ignoring the world.

"We'll leave." August suggest and then starts to think, making it up as he goes. "You'll ride with me and we won't go to any of our homes. If he's following you in the car then you'll know for sure that he's following you."

I nod my head. Grabbing my car keys along with my backpack.

"No, we're taking my car. If they don't know what your car looks like already then they don't need to. So when we get outside just hand me the keys. Boom! They'll think my car is yours which might not do much, but still."

The way he speaks you'd think he gets away from stalkers in his free time. I do a silent prayer that this all works out as I follow him out of the classroom.

If someone had told me a week ago that I'd have to depend on August to get me out of a crazy situation- I would've never believed them. I can't tell if our relationships is evolving or if he's just never been as horrible of a person as I always assumed he was.

The cold November air never ceases to sweep me off of my feet. The heat in August's car doesn't warm it up any faster either. I sit, looking forward at the empty school parking lot and trying my hardest to not say anything to August. I know if we talk we'll argue, which will only lead to me feeling bad because he's trying to help me when he doesn't have to. I even sit with my legs facing the other side as if that will make me forget he's here.