I can't believe it; there was a peeping tom outside my window. For all I know, that guy could've had seen her naked.
And when I went to get the cat, I was having trouble getting in, and he pushed me in, how rude. He was right behind me. I didn't even know, no wonder the cat was hissing so much. The cat was warning me. Now that was last night. Thought I hope I got him got. Hope he has a swollen eye. But I swear I knew him. He looked familiar, and he was shirtless. I sighed, he has lovely abs, and the tattoos just made him look so, good. What I may be a nerd, but I have my taste in man. Don't judge me; I know you all drool over a sexy man, especially one with nice abs and tats. A bad boy.
That is one reason why I don't like going out during the night, because of creeps. I almost died last night.
"Elise!" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Ah huh?" Everyone laughed at me.
"Pay attention," my math teacher Mr. Brown said.
"Sorry," I lowered low on my seat. That was embarrassing. I hate zoning out.
During lunch, I sat on my usual place under the shades of an oak tree. Here I could read peacefully. And not worry about anyone disturbing me. "Uf," I gasp grabbing my nose. "Ouch," I spoke too soon. I knew it was too good to be true. Something always happens to me.
"Oh my bad," Don leaned over me. "Oh, it looks like it's bleeding, you better go to the nurse's office."
Don, his a jerk. His the star football player. Picks on us that are weaker than him. His hot, but a jerk. A jerk with his blond hair that always neatly combed, and his honey like eyes, that any girl will melt for except me. I sat up and took the ball.
He was standing right in front of me. Oh, I have a shot to hurt him. I threw the ball at him, hitting square on his jewels. I gather my things and left. He groaned in pain.
Natalie will get me back later. She is dating him. But she said if I did the dare they wouldn't bother me. Well, they lied to me. I will have to be careful and avoid them as best I can.
The whole week I spend it trying to avoid Natalie, mainly hiding from her, just to, be safe. But I had no luck, on Friday, she found me. "Alright Elise," she stood above me. I was sitting underneath the tree as usual.
"Hi, you," I nervously laugh. What will Natalie do to me? I am afraid to find out.
"You hit my boyfriend, how dare you?" She said.
"It was an accident I was aiming for his hands," I said. "You know, to hand the ball to him, but I was grabbing my nose, and it slipped and hit him."
"Lier," she went for me. But the bell rang. "Your lucky, but next time you won't be, I will get you for what you did."
I ran and grabbed my things, tripping on my own two feet. I made it to my class intact; I want this day to be over now, like right now. I sat in math class after I had finished all my work.
I just stared down at my book. I couldn't read, my mind kept going to that peeping tom. He had tattoos. Maybe if I find out who has them, I'll find the one that pushed me. It was the most embarrassing thing I have ever experience. He saw my underwear. He had like a snake-like tattoo around his arm and one on his chest, which was a Cresent moon with, well I didn't get a good look at it but wow his abs.
The whole day I daydream about the guy. Even on my way back home. I bumped into a pole. I am so, clumsy. I really, need to stop zoning out. It's not good for me. I rubbed my forehead.
"Oh careful miss," I turned around. It was that strange man from yesterday.
"Oh yeah," I said and started walking.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Demon
Romansa(Book:1)-Elise Peterson, age 17, black hair, green eyes. She's a nerd; no one pays much attention to her. And she's a loner. She has no friends; her parents are always busy. One day the bratty group dare her to knock on the old mansion on the top of...