Jeff The Killer... Is My Best Friend..?

Chapter 3

I got to school a little later than I expected but I was still quite early. The feeling of being watched the whole way there had me really creeped out. It didn't feel silly or even playful which would have been the aura BEN would give off if he was the one watching me. This aura... It felt dark and unfriendly. The whole walk to school I kept trying to spot the mysterious person but I had no luck. Whoever this was, they were really good at hiding which made it seem like the only possible option was BEN or Jack. No regular human could be this good. Unless they had practice, which was a frightening thought...

I shook off the thought of having a possible stalker and made my way to my locker to collect my books. Even if it was a human following me I knew there was nothing to worry about. Jeff would protect me, just like he always has. I opened my locker and got the textbook I needed for the first class of the day. When I pulled it from the shelf I noticed a folded piece of paper fall and I caught it before it hit the ground. 'Strange...' I thought as I unfolded it but my confusion was quickly replaced with fear. Scrawled on the paper were the words:

I'M WATCHING YOU.

I was being stalked! I took a close look at the handwriting and didn't recognize it. I wanted to believe that this was just another Proxy messing with me for the fun of it, E.J came to mind... but I didn't recognize the handwriting. It had to be someone I didn't know, or at least not very well. It was very possible this person even went to this school as they had been able to slip the note into my locker. As discretely as I could, I looked around the hallway and as I did I noticed a shadow dart quickly behind a corner only a few years away from me. I froze. So that was the person who most likely followed me here. "Hello..?" My voice was shaky as I called out. Perhaps it was crazy to try and talk to a possible stalker but I was in school so I felt fairly safe. Not only that but if I was going to be a Proxy then nothing could scare me.

When I didn't get a response I shut my locker and slowly made my way to the spot I saw the shadow. I cautiously peeked around the corner but I didn't find anyone. They must have taken off when I called out to them. I guess I wouldn't be confronting them anytime soon. I decided to forget about it for now and just go to my classroom which is exactly what I did. For the rest of the day, I was so busy with my work that I completely forgot about the chilling note. I even forgot about my mission for a few classes until it hit me suddenly at lunch.

I quickly finished up my food then looked around the cafeteria for any signs of Jason. I wasn't too surprised when I didn't see him. He was probably outside smoking with his pals. Since I didn't really have any friends or people I talked to on a regular basis it was easy for me to slip away undetected. I made my way outside and walked around the whole school searching for the group of troublemakers. It didn't take long until I found them behind the school and as I suspected, they were smoking. I couldn't believe that no one has snitched on them or that no teacher had seen them yet.

I kept my distance and sat down on a bench that was far enough away to not cause suspicion but close enough for me to listen to their conversation. When I sat down I pulled out my sketchbook and resumed my latest sketch. Hopefully they wouldn't suspect anything. I was focused on my artwork but every now and then I would look up to observe their body language and to listen in on what they were talking about which wasn't interesting to me. It was just as I thought; they were talking about parties and which girl they wanted to go after. Gross. Although I noticed that Jason hardly said anything. He just stood there, listening to his friends.

As I sat on the bench a familiar sensation appeared. The feeling of being watched returned. It was the same aura my follower was giving off. I looked up from my sketchbook and noticed that Jason himself was looking right at me. Glaring would be a more appropriate description. I felt like he was looking right into my soul. It sent shivers down my spine. What was his problem? I only started watching his every move so he couldn't be on to me. I went back to focusing on my drawing but the feeling of his eyes on me never went away.