St. Jimmy's coming Down across the Alleyway

Chapter Two

(Jimmy' POV)

As she flounces off, I try to say "Stop!" But my voice fails me. She doesn't hear me, and doesn't even look back at me. I can she doesn't like me. Well, who can blame her, sometimes I don't even like myself.

Rachel reaches the end of the alley, then turns left. I have a sudden impulse to follow her. Make her like me. So I jog quietly, making my footsteps silent when my foot hits the ground. I reach the send of the alley and turn left. I see the back of her, she has her head down, and her coat is flying around. She just stood in a puddle, soaking her feet, and I hear her swear loudly.

I laugh to myself, and appreciate the fact that I'm wearing boots. I try to keep a distance between us two, so she can't hear me, therefore probably won't see me. I follow her around corners, and across roads. After 10minutes we finally reach a block of apartments. They're nice, not the best place to live. But better than my dump. There's a few lights, lighting the front of the building. Rachel enters the building, I start towards her. But then stop myself. "What am I doing?" I think. There are plenty of girls everywhere who'd throw themselves at me, so why am I chasing one girl who wouldn't?

I can't move, it's not that I physically can't, I just don't want to. A light flicks on in one the rooms on the top row. And a female figure comes towards the window to close the curtains. She reaches for the curtains but suddenly stops. She looks straight at me, and her jaw drops. She yanks the window open, and shouts "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I laugh, and shout back "Nice to see you to!" sarcastically.

"No, no, no! Don't you be sarcastic with me," she shouts wagging her finger, and leaning even more out of the window, but then leaning back a bit to stop her from falling. "You followed me? That is stalking! Stay there, don't you dare move!" She then slams the window, and the light goes out.

Not even a minute later, she emerges from the building. She's not wearing any shoes, and looks like she has just thrown on her coat whilst running down the stairs.

"YOU!" She shouts, storming towards me, stepping in quite a few puddles on the way. "YOU DON'T JUST FOLLOW SOMEONE HOME, WHEN THEY HAVE MADE IT CLEAR TO YOU THAT THEY DO NOT LIKE YOU!" She carries on shouting, and jabs me hard in the stomach.

"Haha!" I say nervously, people a starting to turn on their lights and peep out of their curtains to see what all of the commotion is about. "I...I was just making sure you got home safely," I think, not really knowing why I actually did follow her...

"Making sure I got home safely, I make that journey almost every day!" She says quieter this time, probably aware of other people gawping at us.

"It's past twelve at night, any girl wearing a skirt that short and a top that low cut isn't safe in the neighbourhood I live in. Trust me, I would know," I say realising how different our lives probably are.

"Ugh, do you want to come inside?" She asks, her tone of voice completely changing.

"What?" I answer, surprised by the sudden change in conversation.

"You must be freezing in that vest, and I'm wet through. Plus, I don't like everyone being able to see everything I'm up to," she answers, gesturing towards the people peeping through the curtains.

"Okay then," I say, not entirely sure if this is a trap or something.

I follow her a few flights of stairs until we reach a door labeled 101, and she gets her key and opens the door.