Stalker (Cryle)

A start of something new

Heya peeps, before the chapter starts I want to mention some things. I'll try my best to update as often as possible, I really enjoy writing this book so I'll definitely finish it. But sad news are that school starts in a few days so idk when I will be able to upload next! That's all what I wanted to say for now, enjoy the chapter.

Kyle's POV

I decided to skip the rest of my classes, but I didn't know where to go instead. Home? Nah, one of my parents is probably home and I don't want to listen to a one hour lecture about my fight in school today.

I couldn't leave town either, not because I didn't know how, I could go with bus or train. This time it was something different, when I talked with Craig I realized that he's just like me, he suffers in this small town where everyone is judging him and he can't think freely. We're both trapped in here, if we don't leave soon we will both lose that something that makes us who we are, we will be normal. In the beginning of this day I would've done anything just to be normal, but now I realized how pointless it was pretending that I'm not weird. I am not normal and never will be.

I have to think about this more but I can't do it here, this place is too familiar. I have to go, not forever, just for enough time for me to think things trough. Since I didn't want to go anywhere without Craig, I decided to take a walk, it probably won't help much but at least I have something to do. And this time, it didn't bother me at all if I spaced out.

On my way, I kept thinking about what happened in school today. Honestly, as much as I was happy to finally end things with Stan I couldn't help but miss him, I don't know if it worth it leaving Stan. I mean, I noticed that we started changing but was that enough reason to end a long lasting friendship.

And what about Craig? Yeah, what about Craig...honestly I'm glad that I got closer to him, well...not really close but now at least I know what his voice sounds like, I think we can call this an achievement. But even though we haven't really talked much I feel like we're friends who haven't met in a long time, I think I could learn to like him eventually.

I didn't even notice that while I was thinking, I arrived to our house. My original plan wasn't to go home but it looked like nobody was home and it was getting colder outside so I decided to enter anyway. I took off my coat and shoes and went upstairs to change to pajamas. I like wearing pajamas at home even if it's not night time, much more comfortable. I picked out an oversized T-shirt and some boxers from the closet and went to the bathroom.

I wonder if I should take a shower. I didn't take one in the morning and I felt dirty from all the sweat and somewhere even blood stains that covered my body. I think taking a shower would be a great idea.

In the shower I continued to think about the events in school. Craig doesn't know why I want to go away but he understands how I feel. It's complicated, I feel like we're a great start because we're both so similar, we just have to get to know each other better. And I wouldn't mind getting to know him better at all, being around him makes me feel more sure about myself, like I know who am I. And of course I won't just ignore the fact that he's really attractive, tall, raven haired, dark eyes, exactly my type...Kyle, what the fuck? Are you seriously dreaming about the local weirdo under the shower?! Get your shit together!

I wonder how long I have been in the shower. I got out, dried myself with a towel then put on the pjs I picked and went back to my room. And what shall I do now? I laid on my bed and took my phone out form my pocket. I checked on social media, it was all either couples' cheesy pictures or girls with unnaturally big boobs and no-filter hashtags. I tried to imagine what would it be like if my biggest achievement in life would be having the perfect body and getting lots of likes, honestly that sounds very depressing. What is it like when the perfect life for you means being a housewife, staying home with the kids cooking and cleaning? I definitely won't have one of those lives, maybe in the morning I would agree on living like this, it would make me less weird, but I won't live an unhappy life just because I'm worried about what other people think of me. Then and there I promised myself that I will live the weirdest and the most unusual life ever, because I'm a weird an unusual person.