Don't Believe in the Pretty

Texter

The next day you have arrived home and you are feeling much better. You are writing your erotica, like usual, and hear rustling from outside.

You see birds outside and dismiss it. The rustling begins once again, and then you hear a snap, and the rustling is gone. Shivers run down your spine at the thought of someone watching you, but you quickly dismiss it.

When it's time for you to head to school, you obediently leave, and begin your walk. You stare at the several houses as you pass by them, and think about the boy.
'He could live in one of these houses' you think to yourself.
You reach school, and you see Rhys, just standing there on his phone. Panic fills your chest, but, you decide to walk over to him. He looks up from his phone to look at you.
"Oh, hey," he says, and goes back to staring at his phone.

The bell to go to class rings, and you go to your first period. Multiple students are there, but you know none of them, so you pay no attention. The teacher starts to blab about something not important to you, so you pull out your sketchbook and start to sketch out the figure you can remember of Rhys. Shaggy brown hair, puppy eyes, tan skin..you can't get his figure out of your mind. You feel a wave of something very overwhelming. It's like your mind is trying to tell you something, but your body's not ready for it yet.

The rest of your first period class is a blur, but you do get the sketch of Rhys done. You make a quick dash for my second period, but as youre running you get shoved over, and fall face first onto the pavement. You hit the ground with a loud SLAM. You hear the gasps of people walking in the halls, and the 'oooh! Youre gonna get in so much trouble R-' You don't know who pushed you, but you do know their name starts with a R.

You scramble up and keep moving, after your last class ends you almost sprint home.

Once you get home, you quickly close the door and lock it shut. You lean against the door and slide down. You sit there for a while with your head in your hands, scared to show yourself in front of the window. After about ten minutes, you get up and throw your bag across the room.

You don't know what to do anymore, you want to scream, to run, to hide. But all you can do is drop to your knees and cry. You cry there for a little while and you walk over to your window. You close your eyes and listen. You hear nothing.

Eventually you retrieve back to your bed. You try to relax as you sink into your soft sheets and hug your **ADORABLE** stuffy.

As you're drifting off to sleep, you hear camera clicks. You fall asleep, thinking you're crazy, but it's just another restless night.

After school the next day, it's pretty much the same.
You hear a knock at the door, you open it and see a package. It's the new blades you ordered, to 'help' with the overwhelming feelings you get at night when you're all alone and thinking thoughts that could end your life.

You quickly grab the box and throw it across your yard. You close the door and lock yourself in the bathroom. You sit down and get a message on your phone.

"Hey cutie," number showed unknown.
You respond with "Who is this?"

You sit on the floor, slouching your back and ducking your head low.
"Secret admirer? ;)" they responded.
You sit up, now wondering.
"Admirer? Nonsense."
"It's me, Rhys.."
"Who?"
"Kid from school? Saved you from being beaten to death? Kinda a big deal..." they responded with.
A big deal, you scoff. This kid must be full of himself, you thought.
"Oh, hey," you reply.
"Was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me Friday night?"
"Dinner?" You ask, confused. What does he mean by dinner? Is this him asking you on a date?
"Yea, you know what dinner is, right?!"
"Of course I know what dinner is..." you reply.
"Cool. I'll be at yours at eight hundred. Txt location." So now you have a date on Friday 8:00. With a guy you don't even know.