Suffocation

Stalker

Softball practice finally ended and it was hard. It might have actually been hard, but some of it might have been my focus was off a little. I couldn't stop thinking about the boy I met at dunkin donuts. I couldn't tell if I thought he was interesting or if I'm scared of him. Either way, he definitely intimidated me. He was so mysterious. The way he would glance up and smirk, and then it would quickly disappear. I've only known him for like 15 minutes so I can't assume that much. The thing, though, that I was mostly distracted by was when he grabbed my arm. He was so friendly, then as soon as I had to leave he turned into something else. His eyes grew dark and he had some negative vibe to him. It felt like I was being dominated. It was a possessive and aggressive move that frightened me. And even more, he smiled when I finally broke free, as if he was silently planning something. I say goodbye to my team, knowing that I'll see them tomorrow night for practice anyway. I step into the brisk cold air, instinctively wrapping my coat tighter around me, and trot over to my car. I quickly turn on the heat, and quiver when I'm punched with cold air instead of the warm air I crave. I sit in my car for a minute and glance over to the dunkin donuts. He's not there. Well of course he isn't, why would he be. It's been two hours. Although I was a little disappointed, I couldn't help but feel safe too. I put my car in drive and drive away. Halfway home, I started to notice a black SUV was following me. I even switched lanes twice and it still would follow me. I get off the exit to go to my house and it's two cars behind me. I pull down my street and into my driveway and the car just continues down the street. I feel a little paranoid, so I dash from my car into my house. I close the door abruptly , and scramble to lock the door. I run to my back door and lock it, then my garage door and lock it. I sighed, feeling comforted in the safeness of my home. My parents both work late so I'm home alone until around 10. I was debating of calling one of my parents and telling them I was followed, but I didn't want to freak them out. I'm 16, and I can handle myself. I walk into my kitchen pour myself a bowl of cereal. I noticed my hands were still shaking when I was trying to pour some milk in my cereal. I was about to take a bite when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart started racing. I glanced around the corner of my kitchen to peer at my front door. My door is glass, but we put curtains over it so i can still see a faint outline of a tall person. I slowly crept towards the door and stood there. I finally built up the courage to unlock it because it can't be anyone that wants to harm me. If it was, they would've just broken in. I open the door and my eyes meet another dark brown pair of eyes. Grayson.
"What? How did you-"
"I followed you. Hi" he smiled
"What? why did you follow me?" I asked concerned.
"Can I come in?" He asked in a more serious tone.
I was really nervous I mean I didn't know who he was and he followed me home. I really didn't want him to come in anymore. My thoughts were interrupted as he pushed past me into my house.
"Are you home alone?" He asked.
"Uhh" I couldn't respond. It was a little alarming that he'd ask that question.
"Good. Give me your phone."
I looked at him questioningly and in shock. He spotted it on the table and grabbed it. He took a second to look at the background of my phone of me and my friend at the beach wearing bikinis posing by the water. He smirked to himself then opened it. He was typing something in my phone for a couple minutes then handed it back.
"I'll see you tonight at 8. We're going out to dinner" He said as he was about to walk out.
"Wait, what? What if I don't want to go" I say darting back defensively.
"Oh. I'm sorry. You're just going to have to come. Dress nice."
I was taken aback by his forwardness and I was pissed he was treating me like an object.
"No." I respond confidently.
He turns around and looks at me and quickly comes back into my house. He pushes me against my wall and grinds his hips Into mine. I gasp as he chuckles. His mouth is inches from mine as he leans down and whispers "I'll be here at 8, and if you're not coming out, then I'm coming in." He then slowly moves his hips away from me but leaves his face close to mine. He slowly moves down and kisses me on the forehead. I just stand there confused. He just went from being violent and pushing me up against a wall to sweetly kissing me on the forehead.
"Wear something sexy" he says and winks. I quickly slam the door in his face. I watch him walk back to his SUV and drives away. What an asshole. The kiss on my forehead was still lingering. What the fuck was that.