John 8:44

Stalker

I heard the roar of a Ferrari pull into the semi-circle drive. On my way down the stairs, I yelled to whoever was listening that I would be back later today or tomorrow. I opened up the front door to reveal a 488 Spider. The top was down and the radio was blaring Drake. I laughed and hopped over the car door. Damien turned the music down and began to drive off.

"You ready to get messed up?" He asked turning on the interstate.

"Of course man. I've been needing this honestly." and that was the truth, I've been so stressed.

Maybe twenty minutes later we pulled into a middle-class suburban neighborhood and drove to the very back. It wasn't hard to find the house, the only one with a driveway overspilling with cars and music that could be heard from Mars. we parked in the next driveway over and jumped out the car. Once we got to the door we separated. We don't really have the same taste in friends. About an hour later I found myself playing beer pong. Just as I beat a kid that looked young enough to be a sophomore in high school, I caught a glimpse of that red hair that seemed to haunt me. She was downing shot after shot of a mysterious purple liquor. Cheering her on were only people I could assume she called friends. I tried to turn my attention away, telling myself to mind my business. I soon found Damien surrounded by what we like to call blow bunnies. Girls that just hang out to snag a blunt or two.

"Aye Dame, blaze upstairs?" I said giving the bunnies a sideways glance. He was all too quick to jump out of their grasps and follow me up the stairs. We went all the way out to the top balcony and sat under the railing.

"You good son?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Why you ask?" I respond, glancing down at the people below.

"You seem distracted. Pass the lighter."

I tossed the lighter to him and laughed. "Yeah, I've been having someone on my mind. You the first one to notice."

"I got you, bro." He mumbled with the blunt between his lips. He passed it to me and continued. "Who?"

I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders. "I barely know her name man. She's here somewhere, I saw her earlier. We don't talk that much. But she's in one of my classes. Something about her just sticks with me. It's annoying as hell." I took the blunt from him and took a long drag. I blew the smoke from the side of my mouth just as the very red head we were talking about stumbled out of the front door, followed by her groupies.

After the smoke had faded I nodded my head toward her. "That's her."

"Her?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

I nodded yes. "Why?"

"Dude that's Mitchell's old girl. They've been broke up for a good two weeks now, but damn son.

Anger took over my body. Mitchell is the biggest douche in all of Boston. He had a rep for hitting his girlfriends and much worse. What a good girl to be wasted on him.

I pushed the anger aside and scoffed, "whatever man, not my deal." I passed what was left of the blunt back to him and got up. The door behind us opened to reveal two of Damien's close friends waiting for him. He went off with them and I was left alone on the balcony.

Below me, the girls had begun to get a bit rowdy. Two guys approached their group and slightly harassed them.

They wouldn't take no for an answer and it was getting on my nerves. I wasn't sure if it was because of a certain redhead or not. But it was. So I decided it was time to intervene. I swiftly jumped over the railing and down to the ground below.

"Guys I believe the girls said they're fine by themselves, uh? Let's go inside and try the ones on the dance floor aye?" I said trying to remain as calm as possible.

The simply laughed and continued. That's about the time when I lost my cool. I grabbed the one closest to me, a bleach blonde who looked like he'd be named Brody and shoved him onto the hood of the Chevy truck four feet away. The two other guys both jumped on me at once. I let one roll over my back and clung onto the other, pushing him into guy number two. By this time brody look-alike had come to his senses and pulled the other two away.

"Let's go guys. Diavolo wants to be captain save a hoe," he said over his shoulder.

"Next one I'll save is gunna be your mom if you don't shut it."

About then was when fists' went flying. In the blur of it all, I heard sirens. Two seconds later Damien grabbed my collar and pulled me back, but not before I grabbed Stella. We all three piled into Damien's car and took off.

"I didn't need your help, stalker." She slurred.

"I'm sorry? One yeah you did, and two how am I a stalker exactly?" I questioned, turning to face her in the back seat.

"You stalk me. First at uni and now here. You keep turning up. It's creepy."

Shortly after that, she was snoozing in the back. I told Damien to just take us to my place and I'd see that she got back in the morning.