Warning: Mean Princess

Episode 2: Don't Talk to Strangers

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I feel someone is following me. I first feel it when I was in the parking lot retrieving my Artbook.

Is this another stalker? Oh please, not now. Too early. I still want to enjoy my first day of school.

Since my dad decided to let me go and study in an actual school when I reached age 12 rather than being homeschooled, I get attention more than I ever wanted.

My mother is a designer and many hollywood celebrities are too kind to mention her name everytime they wear her piece on a red carpet event. Even though she left us, she made sure that we keep in touch once in a while. She even ships out her designs exclusively for me on my birthdays and Christmas day. Yes, you can figure it it out, with my stunning inherent beauty plus her good taste, I look like a hollywood celebrity. People gush, people talk, people stalk.

I quickened my steps toward the school's entrance.

Tap. Tap. Tap. My heels clanking on the concrete.

Crap, he's still following me.

I know it's a guy because I managed to glance at my back. I saw a tall figure around 6 feet. I can't fully see his appearance but I'm sure he's wearing a bonnet and a leather jacket.

My first class is in the 2nd floor of the next building. I am now crossing the path that separates it from the entrance .

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Looking on the empty hallway, I silently talk to myself, 'Why is there no other students right now?' I glance at my back again. And then I see his face. He is not from this school, I'm sure of it. He looks at me. Our eyes meet. My heart begins to beat faster.

Oh no. He is really a stalker. I focus my eyes on the hallway ahead. I can't deal with him right now.

Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptap.

I half run towards the stairs. I stop a bit to catch my breath but then I hear him running to my direction.

Without thinking twice, I run up the stairs.

Taptaptaptaptap.

I hear him running too.

When I reach the door of my classroom, I swirl around to check if he's still following me but to my surprise, I almost bump my head on someone's nose.

"Hey!" we both exclaim. I see him back off a couple of steps and raise his hands like someone who surrenders to an unknown battle.

"You!" I look up at him. I step back twice and I point my finger to his face.

"Why are you following me? Why are you stalking me??" I am trembling. I can feel my heart beating fast and my face turns scarlet. This is not the first time I confront stalkers. And I know from experience how crazily persistent they are.

"You stay away from me!" I am waving my finger on his face.

"Huh!" I hear the guy scoff.

"You hear me? I don't like you. Find somebody else. Or else I'll tell my father about this. " I continue warning him. My stalkers know about my father and usually after I mentioned him, they back off. Well, my father can pay someone to make any person's life a living hell just to protect his precious daughter. I am sure of it.

"Are you crazy?" I hear him growl.

I am a little confused. Why is he not pleading or talking sweetly to me instead why is he growling at me? Is this another trick?

I look up and meet his gaze. My brows automatically draw close together because of confusion. I can't see the usual tenderness and crazy worshipping from his eyes which is usual from a supposed stalker like him.