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A Stalker? Watching Me? No Way.
Chapter Three
When I awoke, it was still empty in my house.
And no wonder- it was only 11.47am!
Wow, I had only slept 1 hour and 47 minutes.
I was awake now, knowing there was no way I'd be able to fall asleep.
So I just lied there; thinking about the craziness of this all.
Well, actually, I was just thinking about the craziness about one thing.
Jimmy.
Now it seemed like I was obsessing over him.
This was completely strange to me- I've never been known to obsess over things like this.
I usually didn't give a second thought to most things.
But thinking about him reminded me of the letter.
I tried to tear my thoughts away from the letter, but my curiosity got the better of me.
So I reached over to where I placed it, my dresser.
Just to find it misplaced.
I sat up in my bed.
I frantically looked all over my room.
Could Jasmine have taken it?
I really hope not!
As I looked, my eyes landed on the wall directly vertical from me.
There was a sign.
But I didn't remember posting anything there.
It read:
Look under your pillow.
I was startled.
He came into my bedroom without me knowing?
Wow, he was quiet.
…
What else did he do?
I decided to read the letter, seeing as it didn't seem like Jimmy would lie to me.
I reached under my pillow, welcoming the coldness of the sheets rubbing on my skin.
My hand touched a smooth envelope.
I pulled it out quickly.
The envelope this time didn't have any code on it.
So I opened it, still careful not to rip anything.
I pulled the letter out.
It was written on Manila paper.
I've always been a fan of Manila paper.
I read the letter;
Rachel; Did I mention that you look so beautiful when you sleep?
Don't worry, I didn't do anything foolish. I admit; I watched you sleep. You looked so peaceful-
- And I was worried you'd awake when I posted the sign on your wall. You stirred, but didn't awaken. I enjoy watching you, Rachel. I wrote this letter while you slept, and the only thing I did before I left- that was at 11.45am- was place a simple kiss on your cheek. I'm sorry if I violated you this way, it wasn't my intention. I just couldn't help myself. Please log on, I created this account just to talk to you. I'll wait until we talk once more. Love; Jimmy
So that's what I felt…
Wait, he left at 11.45am? That was two minutes before I woke up!
Wow…talk about timing.
He seems like a gentleman.
I wondered if I should log on. I was wide-awake, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep after reading this.
My heart was now fluttering, my pulse quickening.
I knew my face was a deep crimson.
What I was happy was that he was talking to me; the first person to not like my sister.
But why was I so happy? I just met him today!
Ok, so you wouldn't really count this as 'meeting' someone, but I would.
I remembered being 13, and seeing many of my friends having their hearts broken by males, and I vowed never to get married. Never to have children. Never to date. How quickly I had forgotten. It used to be the first thing that would pop into my mind when I awoken.
Now it was Jimmy.
I pushed this to the back of my mind- I always knew I thought too much for my own good.
So I thought I'd log on and talk to him, instead of writing back.
Lazy? Yes.
I climbed out of bed.
Or more like fell.
Falling out of bed hurts- do not attempt.
I walked downstairs, having a little bounce in my step.
I walked past the kitchen, remembering my uneaten waffle.
I remember placing it on the table, on top of a plate.
Well, the only difference now was that it wasn't there anymore.
I knew it couldn't evapourate into thin air.
I walked into the kitchen, thinking it might've fell, considering I ran up soon after.
Instead, I saw a note on a plate that had crumbs on it.
Rachel; I ate your waffle. Great choice- my favourite is chocolate chip too. Love; Jimmy
I smiled to myself.
I opened the fridge, looking for juice, but finding another note posted on my freezer.
Rachel; To make up for your waffle, I put ice cream in your freezer since I know you love it so much. Enjoy! Love; Jimmy
How'd he know I love ice cream?
This guy was seriously psychic.
I quickly shut the fridge and opened the freezer, happy to have ice cream.
My parents rarely bought ice cream, since it wasn't healthy. If there were organic ice cream, they'd be the first to buy it.
I pulled the ice cream out, to find it a cookie dough flavour.
My smile was now 1000 watts.
I loved this flavour.
But then again, I loved almost all flavours.
I grabbed a spoon, and started toward the computer.
I stopped and placed the ice cream down.
I decided I should hide the letters and notes he sent me, no one should know about this.
No one but Jimmy and I.
I picked them up, and my ice cream.
I find a place to put all the letters and notes later.
I sat down, in front of the computer, my mouth stuffed with ice cream.
I logged on, and decided to play some music.
I turned the volume up as 'So Cold' by Breaking Benjamin played on my computer continuously.
A conversation window popped up, as I mouthed the words to the song.
Cherelle says: Hey Rachel! How's it going?
I frowned.
It wasn't Jimmy, but Cherelle.
But hey, she was still my friend.
I replied.
Rachel says: Hey Cherelle! Back from dancing so soon? I thought you'd spend your whole life there! Cherelle says: Har-de-har har. Dance classes ended 30 minutes ago and you know it! Wanna catch a movie? Your choice this time.
Yes, a movie was exactly what I needed.
A good ol' horror movie.
I loved scary movies.
Rachel says: Sounds great! But you know what this means! A horror movie! Cherelle says: Darn. I was hoping for a kiddy movie. But alright, which one?
Rachel says: How about 'When A Stranger Calls'? I've been dying to see that movie!
Jimmy says: Hello Rachel. You like horror movies too? So do I.
He was online?
Gee, I didn't even know that!
I replied to him.
Rachel says: Yes, I love them. I'm afraid I can't talk long, I'm going to a movie with a friend, but I'll be back. Sorry!
I admit, I felt a bit bad for not being able to talk to him, seeing as he wanted to talk to me.
Cherelle says: Alright- it seems like an ok movie. Maybe I'll be able to talk you out of it! Fat chance. But- I'll meet you at the movies at 12.30pm. See you then!
I glimpsed at the clock on the computer. I knew it was 10 minutes fast.
12pm.
That left me half an hour.
I went to reply to Jimmy, but found that he had already written something.
Jimmy says: The nearest time 'When A Stranger Calls' is at 12.40pm. Can you still talk?
Rachel says: Yes, for a bit. Did my waffle taste good? Jimmy says: Very good! Does the ice cream taste alright?
Rachel says: Yes, delicious! Thanks for the ice cream. Jimmy says: You should go. You need to be there by 12.30pm, right? It's 12.10pm. I don't want to sound corrupted, but you should shower. You look tired.
He was watching me right now?
Rachel says: Fine, fine. I'll shower. I guess I'll see you later.
Or would he be watching me even at the movies.
Jimmy says: No- vice versa. I'll be seeing you.
I placed the ice cream back into the freezer.
I grabbed the two notes, and walked upstairs.
My bedroom had a washroom attached to it.
Before I went to take a shower, I gathered all Jimmy's been writing to me.
I looked for some place to put it, but didn't know where exactly.
So I just put it under my pillow for now.
I climbed into the shower, letting the warm droplets hit my skin. It felt invigorating.
Until I thought I heard someone in my room.
I bit my lip, and decided to finish quickly.
Whoever it was, they might be a rapist.
And me in a shower would only tempt them.
So I finished quickly, and dressed into jeans and a black hoodie.
I loved hoodies.
I walked out, hoping to see whom it was.
I didn't catch whoever was there, much to my disappointment.
A part of me was hoping it was Jimmy.
A little upset, I walked over to my bed and sat down, reaching for under my bed.
I pulled out my blue converse, and pulled them on.
I loved converse too.
I tied the up and glanced at the clock.
12.16pm
It had only taken me 6 minutes to shower?
The fastest yet.
I decided now would be the best time to write back to Jimmy.
I walked over to my desk, and grabbed a paper, pen, and something hard to write on.
I walked back to my bed, and propped a pillow up so it would be easier to write.
Now, it was easier to write to Jimmy, even if he was my stalker.
I started to blush at the memory of the kiss.
Even though I was asleep, I still remember it, as if I had been awake.
He had soft lips, and cold metal also touched my cheek.
Maybe he had a lip ring.
Which is really cute to me.
I pulled out his most recent letter, and reread it.
I started to place it back into the envelope, when a picture fell out.
Could it be Jimmy?
I picked the picture up, and looked at it.
No, the picture wasn't of Jimmy.
It was of me!
It was of me sleeping!
My mouth hung open.
But why?
To tease me?
I have to admit, as wrong as it seemed, I was flattered.
No doubt about that.
Jimmy; A simple kiss, huh? Even though I was asleep, I felt your kiss. Do you have a lip ring? I remember cold metal pressed against my cheek. And a picture? Of me sleeping? Why? I'm sorry I can't write anything longer, I have to go to the movies. I'll talk to you later. Rachel
I raced downstairs, and grabbed my guys.
If I stayed any longer, I'd be late.
I walked out, and locked the door behind me.
I sauntered toward the bus stop.
I was saving up for a car, and the bus the only means of transportation for now.
I clambered on, and paid my fare.
I sat down, a little bored.
As the bus made its stop in front of the mall, I got off.
I walked over to an eagerly waving Cherelle.
"Hey." I said quietly.
"All ready? I heard the movie is great!" She stated enthusiastically.
"Yep. As ready as I'm ever gonna be." I murmured.
We paid for our tickets, and sat down in a dark theater.