This Stalker Won't Leave Me Alone!

A screeching like noise could be heard from my phone. Trying to cover up my ears with my blanket to block out any of the noise I started to grunt in protest.‘I don’t want to wake up I don’t want to wake up’. I kept repeating to myself.But knowing how society works and knowing that my horrible chief would fire me if I even dare to get to work late; I slowly sat up in bed and started to stretch out my arms.

I was lying down on bed staring at the ceiling thinking what I should do. This whole situation is making me crazy.my mind went back to last night. Remembering the appearance of my so called stalker. He even wore hand gloves. He was totally unrecognizable, and his baggy black clothes sure doesn’t help me uncover his identity. He also looked like he could be more than 6 feet; hell he looked like giant looking through the bus window compared to my pitiful 5 feet. He was radiating dominance that asshole was making sure that I knew that I was up against someone that I couldn’t manage. Well we will see about that.

Yawning while scratching my arm we waited for the so-called CEO to pop up any seconds from now on in the assembly hall. I glanced a little bit around. There were a lot more people present than that I had expected, which I thought to be strange since a murder took place three days ago. I mean yeah, I am here too, but believe me if I didn’t know that the murderer who did this was my crazy ass stalker I wouldn’t be standing here.Cher nudged lightly against my shoulder making me glance up to see what’s up. She leans down a little and started to whisper in my ear.“A lot of people are here; don’t you think so?” She asked.&ldquo

Full of in anxiety I was waiting for his answer. If he’s so obsessed with me then that would mean that he wouldn’t want to lose me in any way.Private Number: “I hope that you aren’t serious. I don’t like such jokes baby.”I took a big breath. I can’t fall back now.

Okay so it’s Friday and I’m walking towards my working place at a fast pace while thinking of a well thought-out plan on how I can avoid Cherry while being discreet about it, for the reason that I am still not comfortable enough to talk to her and act like last night didn’t happen.Oh and I also have to find a way to limit my meet ups with James; also finding a way to tidy up this mess that we call hair. My hair has been a pain in the butt since morning; it just doesn’t want to look good. So I had no choice but to do a lazy bun so that I still look decent enough to present myself at work.