"I'm With Her"
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Your day had been progressing rather blissfully but it was when your shift ended late into the night, that you stumbled upon a nuisance.
Working part-time as a florist's apprentice, you weren't safe from 'potential suitors' either as your occupation was where most flirts stopped by and you'd catch the eye of some. This one in particular however, just happened to be the creepiest you've encountered.
He was average in height and lanky, but his arms showed some muscle so he's not as scrawny. He tends to drop by every now and then with a couple of peers, and you'd be forced to interact with him considering he was a customer. This guy would try and strike up a casual conversation, as if he's known you for years.
What frustrated you more was the fact that he wouldn't even purchase a single bouquet. If he was planning to court you, he could at least help you out with your job.
Once, he'd attempted to confess his feelings actually, but you caught onto his motives and switched to another customer before he could, whilst telling him to 'look around to see if he's interested in the selection', to which he subtly snarled at.
Tonight, he was alone, and he was waiting, for you.
Fortunately for you though, he was outside, and upon seeing you flip the hanging sigh from 'We are Open' to 'Sorry, we're Closed', you could see excitement flicker in his eyes as yours made contact with his.
Smiling nervously, you beelined to the back of the flower shop, into the staffroom where you were swift to exchange your work uniform for your school uniform.
You were a second-year at Nekoma, real close friends with a certain introverted, pudding-head who always had his head stuck in virtual reality. You weren't that social, but you were quite acquainted with your school's boys' volleyball team and even had a small crush on their team's captain.
Another reason why you wanted to avoid this guy at all costs, seeing as you get rather panicky under the pressuring presence of a stranger. And you get tongue-tied so you might say something you'd regret. You were aware that you could turn him down the moment he confessed, but his eyes gave way to a sinister glint that made you want nothing to do with him.
He was definitely plotting something tonight and you couldn't afford to know what.
Going out the backdoor, you silently prayed his smug expression wasn't there to greet you and thankfully, the odds weren't against you. You pursued the path of the alleyway until it paved the way to the street where the flower shop was.
You crouched down to pick up a stone for safe measure as you take a sneak peek at the front of the flower shop, your eyes widening at the petrifying sight of the male's constricted pupils staring daggers into the glass windows of the place where you worked, as if expecting something, or someone.
'He's right outside!' You inwardly gasped, feeling your heartbeat quicken. His neck was craned slightly down but his form was very still, like a predator sparing patience for its prey's arrival. 'Oh hell no..!' You gulped, clutching the rock tightly between your knuckles.
From a little ways past him, you see the lights of a vehicle approaching and hope ignited within you as you hear a barrage of honking. As soon as his head snapped to look at the commotion, you silently slipped past and sprinted like hell, letting go of the pebble.
It was until you crossed the street and into a local convenience store, that you let out a sigh of relief. You knew you got lucky and there was still a chance he could spot you walking out, so you took out your phone and dialed one of the few numbers you had logged into your contacts.
