Bombs Away

Chapter 4 - Knowing

Amber's POV

Every class was in a blur for the whole day. Except for psychology. The whole time I was on edge, even with Kailee next to me. I felt like someone was watching me. And not in the Dave way, but in a bad, creepy way. The way that makes me shiver, and makes Kailee ask a billion times if I am okay. I've turned around multiple times, but haven't seen anybody looking suspicious. But that doesn't mean someone is watching. I know it.

A couple of minutes before class ends, I glance to my left, and look past Kailee. Four people down our row, is a man I don't recognize, because his black hood is up. I peer quizzically at his black coat, and my eyes widen in sudden fear when I recognize the design of it. It's the same jacket the buzzcut man was wearing. Now I know why I felt like I'd seen him before. But I still feel like I've seen him elsewhere... And I'm not talking outside of my window. Somewhere much earlier than that.

Apparently I make a sound, because Kailee looks at me in question.

I nod in the direction of the man, remembering Kailee's photographic memory. "Have you

seen him before?" I whisper.

She trails my gaze with her own eyes. She frowns, before looking at his bright green and blue notebook he is writing in. "Yeah, he transferred into this class two weeks ago, I think.

I remember the notebook. Why?"

Do I tell her? I'm torn between telling her, and creating more drama in her life, or not telling her, and risking her of the possible danger of being my friend and not knowing about this man who has followed me.

"I was with my other friend Andy, yesterday, and he was, like, waiting for me outdid of Andy's apartment. He followed me home when Andy drove me, and was watching me window." I hurriedly speak in a hushed tone, deciding that it's better for her to be aware of what's going on than to be clueless and completely oblivious to the possible threat.

Her blue eyes grow the size of saucers. "So, you mean, like a stalker?" Kailee's voice squeaks at the end and I shush her. The man glances up at us, hiding his face, except for the fact that I can see his bright green eyes from here.

Right when he looks up, I start writing in my notes. Luckily, Kailee catches on fast and writes in her notebook too. When I risk a glance up again, I see that he is looking away now.

"Why would someone be stalking you?" She whispers incredulously.

"I don't know," I mumble. In truth, I have a pretty good idea. I just don't want to tell her. It might scare her off, right when our friendship is beginning.

The pictures must be to blame on this. The pictures...

The memories haunt me every night. When I was fifteen, so in 2010, I was the most popular girl in our grade. I had been in my freshman year, as well, but then, as a sophomore in high school, my good reputation only grew. I had good friends, who's parents always took us out shopping since my mom and I couldn't afford the designer clothes. I had good grades, cute boys trailing me like lost puppies, I had everything. I wash the bad popular, like that queen bee rich bitch girl. No, I was loved and adored by everybody, even the teachers. Everybody thought I was the perfect girl. Always social, the happy, go-to girl who wasn't afraid of anything. I partied a lot. Never drank alchohol, just

partied.

One day, as birthday celebration for me, a couple of days before my actual sweet sixteen, one of my best friends, Heather Mason, threw a huge party for me. The popular group consisted of Heather, Penelope, Jaquliene, Paisley, and of course, me. We all had been friends for a long time, Penny and I the longest. Heather had told me that she invited a lot of people from another high school, the one with the really really good football team. My boyfriend at the time, Nathan, was our school's team captian, and wanted to make some alliances against our shared rivals. What's a better place to score some deals than at the popular girl's pre-birthday party?