Stalker's Note

Snitch

It's lunch time. I followed Ivor Hërsch, the shady sophomore nook of Dunhelm High, to the cafeteria. I sat down on a table across him and pulled out my Geometry book, pretending to study as I ate a plate of fries. I've been stalking him for more than two months now.

I know what you're thinking — why the hell would you stalk him? He's basically the drug dealer of the school — but in this case Homework dealer, The right hand man of the mafia boss, the gangster boy you don't want to get involved with! But honestly, I'm doing it for no particular reason, I just thought it would be fun. I've stalked most of the people studying in this school, most of them having weird fetishes, habits, and a normal student life, but none of which made me stalk them for this long. I guess it's the thrill? It was a gutt feeling. Definitely not poop. I trusted it, and went with it.

I watched him eat and chatter with his five jock friends. For a short moment our eyes met, I looked away and preceeded to read my book. Crap, it would be super awkward if he noticed that I was watching him. I slightly peeked over the book and quickly rolled my eyes back to the book. Ivor and his friends are gone. Great my anxiety itch is starting up again, this happens whenever I suddenly lose track of the person i'm stalking, it's like watching a really good series and at the end of the season is a horrible cliffhanger giving your brain inexplicable rage, anxiety, and happiness. And that's supposed to be Entertaining. I was about to stand up and go look for Ivor, when out of nowhere a girl walked up to me and stuck her middle finger to my face as she pushed me back to my seat. "Mina. You ass. Where do you think you're going?" She sat down beside me as she took and ate a piece of my fries, her eyes locked on me.

"FUDGE. HERA. FUDGE YOU." I groaned as I pulled my plate of fries away from her. Hera is a close friend of mine, she's an asshole but a good friend. She's the only person who knows about my stalking habit. We've been friends since eighth grade, since then and until now she's still an asshole.

"What? Bad Cliffhanger?" She pouted as she made a sad face.

"Ah fuck you." I rolled my eyes as I ate some fries.

"Don't give me that attitude!" She flailed her hands in the air and pulled my hands away from the fries.

"What the heck! I'm eating!" I shook my hands free from her and grabbed the plate of fries. She glared at me for one moment and then pulled the plate of fries away from me, she then shielded it with her arms.

"SERIOUSLY MINA! THAT'S NOT THE POINT HERE" she gave me an over exaggerated look and then began eating my fries. This jerk just took my lunch. "Of all people! Why the heck would you choose Hërsch?! The right hand man of the greatest scum of the school?!".

"First of all, THOSE ARE MY FRIES!" I tried taking my plate back, but she violently shrugged my hand away, so I shoved my middle finger onto her face in reponse. "Second, it's a gutt feeling okay? There's just something about him" I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my book and shoved it into my bag.

"You sure it isn't shit?" She stared at me with a questionable face as she preceeded to burp.

"Hera. You can't hold in a shit for more than two months can you?"

"Good point" She furrowed her brows as she nodded.

"But to cut to the chase, my answer is I have no freaking idea why! I'm just weird as heck" I stood up.

"Bingo! You got that right!" She smiled.

"Says the person who hangs out with me 24/7" I smirked.

"What can I say? Birds of the same feather flock together" she leaned back and laughed.

"Hurry up, we've got classes to attend to" I rolled my eyes as I pulled her out of her seat. We laughed and swore at each other as we made our way to class.