PURITY

𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙮

(Shawn's point of view)

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
This is all so screwed up!

I watch as Joey drives away in his car.

I start up my black van. I new it was risky to follow him to his house but I didn't find out when his shift would start.

I drive down the road in the opposite direction of Joey, I don't need him to see me.

I may have been stupid to go into the gas station but like I needed something to snack on while I watched Joey.

I speed home, not caring about the speed limit or the possibility of getting pulled over.

When the house comes into view I let out an anxious breath. Like I said this is pretty fucked up.

I grab out the garage opener and speed into the garage. I almost run Chris over as he walks in front of the garage. I wave at him to move out of the way and he tries to run to the side.
I put the car inside the garage. I run over a couple box's and bags.

I get out of the car and slam the door shut.

Right when I'm about to walk into the house Chris runs up to me. He punches me straight in the face.

"What was that for?" I ask as I hold my jaw.

"Don't try to run me over with your big ass van!" Chris shouts.

"Well then don't get in my way!" I yell.

"Who ran over who?" Sid asks as he steps into the garage with a bag of chips in his hands.

"Shawn almost ran me over!" Chris yells.

Me and Sid both smirk and I roll my eyes.

Suddenly Mick comes outside.

"What the fuck! You ran over my bags! What kind of driver are you!?! You fucking clumsy ass-," Mick yells.

I start running as he continues to yell. I know my ass is going to get it. Mick can be quite scary.

"You come back here!" Mick yells.

I look back and it looks like a big ass truck is running at me.
Mick is so big!!!

"Shit!" I scream.

I'm out of breath and panting so I stop to catch my breath.

Mick tackles me and I gasp for air.

Mick stands up and stares me down as I try to regain oxygen.

"Learn how to fucking drive!" He yells.

I nod and cough. That hurt so bad, damn.

I stand up slowly and walk inside.

I sit down on the couch and rub my aching back.

"Guys. I'm in deep shit," I tell them.

They all stop what they're doing and they stare at me.

"Joey took a picture of my plates, he's on to me," I sigh.

Corey looks at me with a panicked expression.

"Can you go to jail for stalking people?" Corey asks.

"Yeah I think so," Jim says.

I feel even more worried, I didn't think that he could call the cops. Damn I'm really screwed.

"What should I do?" I ask.

"How about stop stalking the guy," Jim says.

I roll my eyes, I have no clue why Jim has a problem with me stalking him.