A Joke of a Romantic
"You're going to die, Calatrava."
That was the first thing that came out of Chris's mouth when I first told him about the emails. He laughed, and walked off with his loser friends, Josh and Anthony. At first, I wasn't fazed by this remark at all… Chris was always stupid like that. But then I started to think about it. What if he was right?
I shook these thoughts out of my head and continued to eat my lunch. Carla gave me her usual worried expression.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." I answered a little bit too quickly. I took another bite of my sandwich.
"Oh. My. God. Look at how sexy he is in this picture!" I could hear Kate squeal from across the table, "It makes me just want to get in his pants and…"
"KATE!" came Cecilia's horrified shriek. Even though I wasn't looking at them, I could picture the disgusted look on her face. I knew who they were talking about. It was really quite comical, Kate was always her usual perverted self, but Cecilia still hadn't gotten used to it even though they had been friends for like… ever.
"No, really, Cilia." Kate gushed, "Seriously." I rolled my eyes.
"How many times to I have to tell you to stop calling me 'Cilia'?" Cecilia answered back.
"Until your face is blue and you just give up and let me call you 'Cilia'." Kate said, and smirked. I actually looked at them when she said that, and rolled my eyes. Sometimes Kate didn't make any sense. I could see her exchange a laugh with Cecilia and their brown eyes lighting up.
Sometimes I thought they didn't care about me, or the person… oh wait, I mean, MY STALKER. The first email that I got was two weeks ago at about 11 PM. It was signed "LoVe FrOm Yr StAlKeR." I'm sorry, but it annoyed me SO much when people type like that, so of course, I didn't take them seriously.
But then it got… different. The person would describe what I'm wearing and where I lived… even who I liked. And they would say that they watch me every night, even when I thought that they weren't paying attention. They even said that they watched me undressing and video taped it.
A voice interrupted my thoughts, "So what do you think, Jenni?"
"Huh?" was my intelligent reply. I swear, I zone off too much.
"You think he's yummy, right?" it was Kate. She was actually talking to me instead of Cecilia.
"Oh… yeah, whatever, Kate." I said, then took another bite of the sandwich. I was eating painfully slow, and Carla sensed that. When she knew that something was wrong with me, she just wouldn't let up. Sometimes it got quite annoying.
"Jenni, just tell me what's wrong. Really. Is it your stalker again?" She asked, her dark brown eyes filled with worry, and her eyebrows furrowing together.
"I can't believe that you have a stalker, Jenni!" Kate interrupted, "That is SO hot!"
I gave her a weird look. I swear, sometimes I think that girl is on crack. But nevertheless, I answered, "Y-you think that's… hot?"
"Of course!" Kate replied nonchalantly, "I would love to have some hot guy describing what I wear and what I'm eating." Then she had the nerve to sigh romantically and look lost in space.
I was fuming. I swear, if she thinks that it's so "hot" to have a stalker, I would trade her in a minute! Cecilia must've seen the enraged look on my face because she immediately defended Kate.
"What she means is--"
But I cut her off. No way was she going to cover up for this one. "I-I can't believe that you think it's HOT to have a stalker! For all I know, it's probably some disgusting 60-year old perv wanting to get busy!" I yelled, and shivered at the thought.
"Jenni… people are staring." Carla said, and indeed they were. Chris and Tim included.
"I don't CARE!" I shrieked, "Kate, you are just… so. Un. Freaking. Believable." I said, then folded my arms across my chest. I fell silent, now losing all desire to finish my lunch. In fact, I thought I was going to be sick.
Kate look stunned at my outburst, but then cleared her throat. "So, anyway, Cecilia…"
Then they went back to talking! Like that whole thing didn't even happen. 'The nerve! With friends like these, who needs freaking enemies…' I thought, annoyed, realizing that that was probably the oldest saying in the book.
The bell rang. I quickly threw away my lunch, and stalked towards the door, without looking back at Kate, Cecilia, and Carla.
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"Ugh, Chris, would you leave me alone?" I said exasperatedly. Unfortunately, it was 7th period, which meant that I had Computer Applications class with Chris. He was finding it very amusing to poke me in the back repeatedly with his pencil. Then the idiot would have the nerve to ask me senseless questions when I finally gave in and turned to him… like I'm doing now.
"What the hell do you want?" I hissed. I rarely swore, and I immediately regretted that. Chris would never let me forget it.
"Ooh, Miss Calatrava cussed," Chris taunted. I glared at him, but he just stuck his tongue out childishly.
"What do you want?" I repeated.
"I wanted to know if you would stop telling me to leave you alone. Because you know I'm not going to." Chris said, then smiled mischievously.
Okay, I really wish he would stop smiling at me like that because he's really hot when he does . I had to admit that (even though I didn't want to). He had sparkling green eyes, spiked black hair, and a mature looking face. But Chris was anything but mature. That's why I told Carla that she could have him… and she eventually did get him. So yeah, my best friend's dating a total retard.
I sighed disgustedly, and went back to what I was supposed to be doing, which was working in Microsoft Excel.
What I really wanted to do, more than anything at this moment, was to check my email. I knew that there would be one from The Stalker. He always has something to say to me. I glanced behind me to see if Mr. Peters was paying attention. He wasn't. Perfect.
I immediately minimized Excel, and opened internet explorer. I typed in the website, and entered my email and my password. I clicked 'Enter' and waited anxiously.
And there it was. One new email. I could feel my insides freeze up. It was from jrozmysoxks aka The Stalker. I clicked on the link, and the following message appeared:
"JENNI,
I know your gonna read this soon so I betta make it quick. Stay away from him. Or else He WiLl DiE and that's a promise.
jrozmysoxks"
What the hell? What was that supposed to mean? Stay away from him. Stay away from who? Who will die?
So many questions, and how many answers did I have? Well the answer was zero. Zip. Nada. I exited the window, and went back to Excel, fear creeping up my insides.
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