It All Started when I was FLUSHED down the TOILET

26: Stalked

~Chloe~

"Chloe pumpkin! Time for school."

My mom called for me disturbing my creepy dreams of having Axe body spray as my personal stripper.

The dream was nice because I was sure that it was going to come true sooner or later.

Let me say one thing though.

The boi could dance better than magic mike. I'll tell you that.

Groaning I rolled out of bed and fell to the floor my messy hair getting in the way of me seeing anything.

Luckily I fell onto a pile of clothes. It felt like a real nice and warm snowman or something.

Welp.

School was in about two hours, I was judging by the darkness in my room. It wasn't exactly dark but it was kinda almost like the sun was just rising.

I hated when my mom did that.

She'd always wake me up so early as if we were in the middle of world war three and had to get out of the house before we got bombed.

She was a drama queen sometimes.

I planted my hands onto the floor of clothes and got up leisurely walking into the bathroom for a shower.

My eyes were pretty sore so I rubbed them a lot trying to get rid of the itchiness.

My mouth felt dry and just so lonely, I missed Axel. But I sure was going to see him soon!

Then my tongue wouldn't be so lonely anymore right?

Oh please you all have that creepy moment fantasizing about your baes.

I turned to the mirror and picked up my toothbrush, I started brushing my teeth quickly the burning feeling of the mintiness was just an annoying thing that I had to get used to  all my life.

Apparently you're supposed to keep toothpaste in your mouth for a full minute for it to work effectively.

I spit out the residual torture goo and rinsed out my mouth before deciding to get into the shower.

I was still a little sleepy barely able to comprehend what I was doing.

I was still wearing my short shorts and crop top when I decided to draw back the shower curtain.

I let out the most gut wrenching scream of the 21st Century, stumbling backwards to the toilet behind me attempting to cover myself up.

Not even Scream Queens could beat the way I screamed.

This was difficult to process.

This was extremely difficult to process.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"I screamed my heart pounding quicker than Twenty One Pilot's drums.

My father raced into the bathroom well after six seconds of me screaming.

"Pumpkin what-"

"Who is this?!"He demanded from the both of us.

I turned to my dad then back to my literal stalker.

"Cole?!What the fuck?!"

That wannabe super model really had some nerve.

He clutched his chest wide-eyed looking shocked, "You frightened me!" He accused me.

The heck?!