Cruel Stakes High Roller

Stalker

[6] Stalker

Sitting in a black leather couch, she snuggled there reading some book for school. I figured maybe she wanted to wait for her fetcher to pick her up here instead of Unit 1.

As I retreated back, a familiar-looking girl spotted me. "Oh hey, Anthony! I didn't know you visited libraries." She snickered.

Felice's head jerked up instantly, she probably heard my name. Upon seeing me, her sweet smile turned into a frown, she stood up and stormed past me. I didn't know what happened to me, but instantly, I found myself following suit.

She was running towards the garden and I had to run after her. I grabbed her arm to make her stop. She faced me and tears were streaming down her face. I didn't know how to react so I abruptly let her go. Felice roughly sat down on one of the benches as she angrily rubbed the tears off her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked stupidly.

"No, Anthony. What are you doing?" She said in between grumbles. I sat a few inches away from her.

Crying girls were always my weakness, and something about her vulnerable state made me stay.

"Why are you following me?"

No shit. She couldn't possibly think that.

"I was not following you!"

"Right. After four years of spreading that vicious rumor, you think it's best to be friendly now? And after, what will you do? Tell everyone that I'm in love with you again? How crude." She stiffened as if moving to stand up and leave.

"I didn't--

"Oh please Anthony." She interrupted me. "I don't need stupid childish games right now. Get a life, grow up!" She stood up, and I held her again. "Let me go..." She whispered.

"I do not understand why you're acting this way. I have not done anything to you." I was bewildered, how did this become my fault? I did not spread rumors, rumors that were apparently false... what I told everyone was the truth. She did stalk me.

"Anthony, you do not know the difference between friendship and flirting. You do not believe anyone but yourself. You have done everything to destroy my reputation in high school. It is bad enough I have to see you three times a week, but to spend time with you? And think that's everything fine and dandy, no way. I can't live like that. I don't know you, and I don't want to know you." She walked back to the library.

I had a lot to think about that day.

I didn't know where she's coming from, but everything that she told me stung. It hit home.

This is going to be harder than I expected.

There was so much bad blood between us that I'm not even sure if it can be fixed.

I was in my room when Karen called. Apparently, someone has seen us near the benches, and she wanted to know what happened.

"I heard you made her cry. How is that supposed to lure her in?" She chuckled.

"Gossip sure travels fast. It wasn't my fault." I answered her.

"Trish and Stephanie told me. They saw you, and they said Felice was pretty mad at you."

"Whatever, I'll fix this."

"Pretty grumpy now aren't we? Sexually deprived, Anthony?" With a sweet soft laugh, she clicked the call off.

When Monday came, I was armed with white roses and a small card saying I'm sorry although I do not know what for.

I came early to Math class, left it on her table and left the room. I'm going to have a cut today, but no worries, I didn't think there was going to be a quiz since we just had one two meetings ago.

I waited in the shaded benches just in front of Matthews building. I'll wait until the bell rings, and I'll wait till she comes down with the roses.

No girl has ever refused roses.

A few more minutes and a few "hellos" and "goodbyes" later, the bell rung—that loud noisy buzzer system that rings 20 times. And on the 15th ring, she emerged from the hallway and I immediately locked eyes with her. I patted the vacant seat next to me motioning her to sit beside me.

Justin was not with her. The roses were pointing to the floor; she held it by her right hand, slightly covered by her humongous paper bag. She slowly walked towards me without any expression in herface. She put her paper bag between us as she sat and looked away.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I doubt that you know what you're sorry for."

Damn, how did she know that? Are women really from Venus? Shit.

"But I won't berate you for it. You don't owe me anything. I can't take these flowers."

"I bought them for you. They're expensive." I saw her give an irritated smile as she slightly shook her head.

Sighing, she stood up. "How can you be so such a dick?" She gave me the flowers and walked away.