The Start of It All [1]

Stalker

The three of us left the underground party, and we were on our way to Matt's house to drop him off. Matt and I sat in the back together, but the ride there was so awkward.

"So, um, about that incredibly bad idea I had."

"Oh, you mean the almost kiss?" I ask him, cutting him off.

He nodded. "Yeah, that's the one."

"Don't worry about it." I said, waving it off.

"For real?"

"Definitely." I confirmed, and he gave me a smile.

"So what's going on with you and Isaac?" He asked me, and I was surprised by his question even though he saw me talking to him at the party.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well, are you guys dating or something?"

I shook my head. "No. No, we're not. We're just friends."

All he did was nod before saying, "Cool. Catch you later, Casey, Allison." He left the car, and I was pretty happy about that.

"You listened in, didn't you?" I asked my sister who was sitting at the wheel.

She looked at me through the mirror. "What else can I do? I'm literally right here."

I chuckled at her answer and that's when I noticed that Matt left his backpack. Grabbing it, I open it up to see his camera. I turn it on, flicking through his pictures, smiling at them because they were actually pretty damn good.

He's a really great photographer.

My smile soon turned into a frown when I saw some pictures that were not of the lacrosse team.

"Allison," I get her attention, leaning forward to show her the pictures. She gasps when she sees them and I can't blame her. These pictures were of me. Some were taken at my school, in class, me at my house, in my room, and a few were of me changing.

This pervert!

"Oh, my god. Casey, we need to tell Dad." Allison finally said, and we both jumped when we heard a loud knock on the window. We turn, freezing when we see Matt.

He attempted to open the door but noticed that it was locked. Very creepily, he silently told us to open the window. Allison was the first to break out of her daze and quickly did what he asked.

"Forgot my bag." He said, and a shiver ran down my spine. And not the good kind.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me just..." I grabbed it, handing the bag to him, and he grabbed the other end of it but never pulled it out.

"Some good pictures in there, don't you think?" He asked me, and I wanted to die right then and there.

"Yeah, definitely." I said, swallowing the lump that formed in the back of my throat. "The lacrosse ones are fantastic. You're really talented. I was- I was just curious, that's all. Sorry."

"There was a good candid of you in there too." He said.

"Oh, really?" I asked him, even though I had already seen said 'candids'.

"You can see some of the others if you'd like." He offered. "I mean, this- this tiny little screen doesn't really do it justice, but, uh I could show you some on my computer. Since you're into photography too and all."

When he said that I felt Allison grab my hand and I pulled away from his bag, letting it go.

"Actually, it's getting late and I promised my dad that we'd be home soon. But maybe another night." Allison said, trying to protect me from him.