A Battle Between Life and Death

Stalker

Author's Note: Sorry this one isn't very long either

That couldn't be... "Your the guy from the airport!" I say with realization. How did he get in here?

He nods his head slowly. "You're finally home," I hear him mumble as he stands up. He sets the newspaper down and looks up at me, his brown eyes staring at me, not leaving my face. Wait brown eyes? I could've sworn they were blue when I met him, confusion about his eyes wash over me, and I have to ask.

"Didn't you have blue eyes earlier?" (Even though that wasn't the point)

Something flashes in his eyes, but it's quickly gone so I'm not sure I even seen it. "No, I didn't," he says shaking his head, his hair covering his, now, brown eyes.

I open my mouth to accuse him that he did, but I realized that what color his eyes were, was not the point. "Actually, that doesn't matter now." I say exasperated. "What are you doing in my house?!?" I ask.

"Um, well, you left your bag." he says lifting it up. I walk over to him and quickly snatch it from him.

"You didn't go through it did you?" I raise my voice, anger slowly rising in me.

"Of course I didn't, why on earth would I do that?" Hurt coming through in his voice.

"Maybe you... I don't have a reason." I say, feeling slightly defeated. I look down for a moment feeling kind of ashamed for accusing him of something I had no evidence of. But then I remember that he technically broke into my house and the shame instantly is replaced with anger again. "Anyways how do you know where I live?"

"Well... I... Um..." he stutters. My mom coughs breaking the tension, I look over at her frowning, and see that she has a smile on her face.

"Thank you so much for going out of your way to bring May's bag to her." my mom says kindly. Did she really just say my name? Now he knows where I live and my name, this guy could be a stalker for all I know. "You should stay a while and I'll make you dinner!"

I stare at her, shocked, this is unbelievable! He just broke into our house, and she's being nice to him? What is wrong with my mother? Why does it seem that she likes him already?
I glare at the blond (good-looking) boy, daring him to say yes. he glances at me and smirks, and for a second, I was sure he was going to say something other than what he did.

"I'd love to Miss, but I really must be on my way". he says as he heads for the door. I sigh, relief obvious in my voice.

"That's too bad," my mom says. "I could give you a ride," she suggests as he gets to the door.

"Don't worry about it," he says with a smile. "I live right next door."

I stare at the kid as he walks to his house. Why does he have to live next to us? This will be awful, ugh. I turn around and see my mom smiling, she's planning something.

"He's so cute! You should get to know him!" I shake my head. What is wrong with her? "We should make cookies for our neighbours." she says.

"Not for that kid," I say under my breath.