Caught - Daniel Seavey

Chapter one

Y/N's POV

Cheaters.

Their everywhere.

They tear our relationships apart.

They aren't hard to find.

People just choose to not see them.

They choose to not let them ruin their lives.

I get paid to see them.

To follow their every move.

One *click*

And I can ruin your life.

My feet hit the hard pavement as my hair slightly blew across my face.

I was following a boy.

Brown hair blue eyes.

Around the age of 20.

He looked both directions as he skidded down an ally way.

I looked around and slowly followed him.

He was hiding something from his girlfriend.

And I was going to find it out.

I watched his brown hair slowly bounce as he rushed through the ally way.

He was in a hurry.

But to where.

I quickened my pace as I was afraid I might lose him.

The light thuds of his feet echoed through the ally way.

Then the sound stopped.

I stopped mid run.

I look around and he's gone.

"Shit." I mumble as I bend over and breath air into my lungs.

"You are following me." A voice echoed. His voice.

I turn around and there he is behind me.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he studied me.

"You some sort of paparazzi?" He asks as he runs his fingers through his hair.

I step back from him.

"No." I whisper sharply.

"Then why are you following me with a stupid camera?" He asks harshly.

I looked down at my bag as he pointed his fingers at it.

"There isn't a camera in here." I say quickly.

"I can literally tell there is a camera in there." He says as his blue eyes sparkle in the sun.

"Maybe." I whisper.

"Im only gonna ask you one more time. Why are you following me around with that stupid camera." He whispers as he steps closer to me.

I take a deep breath as he now towers over me. My small frame seeming extremely small compared to his.

"It's apart of my job to remain discrete." I say trying to sound confident.

"I wanna know why a girl my age is following me like some stalker." He says as he stares down at me.

I had never been caught following someone. I'm usually more careful or maybe he's just paranoid.

"Let me ask you this. Why are you hiding something?" I ask him as I study his face.

His face scrunches up as he shakes his head.

"I'm not hiding anything." He says sharply.

I scoff and roll my eyes.

"The pictures say otherwise." I mumble.

" what pictures." He asks me quickly.
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What pictures could she be talking about?