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Authors: Sheena Hutchinson
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hop out of the car. My pants are so weighed down with mud they are dragging me down. I look down and can’t help but chuckle. He looks over at my sudden outburst and starts to break into laughter beside me. I must look like a mess; the mud has dried to a light crackling soil and it covers our entire bodies. I shake my head as I hop over the flowers that separate our driveways.
“See ya later,” I say before heading to my door. I reach in my pocket for my keys when I realize I think I locked them in my car earlier. I glance back at my car and sigh… I guess I have to break in through the back door. Descending the porch steps, I begin to walk up the driveway at the same time Jared is bringing a handful of tools into the garage. We are walking the same pace, only separated by the line of various flowers that divides his driveway from mine.
“I’m not following you… I just forgot my keys,” I awkwardly mutter in explanation.
He meets my eyes. “Yea, that’s what all stalkers say!”
“Let’s face it, you’re not that cool to have a stalker!”
“Ah, denial—it’s always the first stage!”
I smirk at his remark, reaching the back steps as he disappears into his garage once again. I reach under the welcome mat in the back and grab the spare key before letting myself into my house. But not before I try to catch another glimpse of Jared.
I don’t get one.
I’M SITTING IN MY bedroom the next day after three showers and what feels like hours of scrubbing dirt from places one should probably never have dirt. I’m dressed in my oversized sweatshirt and watching reruns of Vampire Diaries on the television. Blankets are pulled up, and a glass of wine on my nightstand is making for a nice, relaxing night after the crazy events of the past two days. Jared’s bedroom light turns on at that exact moment and I smirk. It’s like he always knows when I’m thinking about him. He’s clean from a very recent shower, too; I can see his hair is still slick. Catching me blatantly staring, he glances over at me through the window before walking over and opening it. Oh crap! I sit up and start to fix my hair, adjust my sweatshirt, but there’s not much I can do with it. It’s not very flattering.
“April!” he calls, indicating for me to open the window.
I climb out of bed but my foot gets stuck and I lose my footing, falling to my knees. Smooth, real smooth . I pick myself back up and try to walk confidently over to the window. I open it slightly.
“Yes?”
“Would you want to get coffee tomorrow before school?” he struggles to hide a laugh from my clumsiness.
I happen to notice the curve of his bicep as he braces his hands on the edge of the windowsill as his head tilts to the side slightly. “Uh, yea sure.”
“Okay, 8am out front!” he calls, pointing to the driveway below us before shutting the window. I pause, staring after him for a moment. I watch as he walks toward his bed. He did that so calmly; was he asking as friends? Is this like a date? Ugh! Why do I always have to over analyze things? Why can’t I go get a cup of coffee with my neighbor? What could possibly be so bad about that?
SLEEP DIDN’T FIND me until about 5am and my alarm blared promptly at 7. Great – apparently there is no hiding my anxiety from my subconscious. I roll out of bed and hop into the shower again, just to make sure I got all the dirt. There is something twisting in my stomach, and I can’t tell whether it’s anxiety, dread, or excitement. I twist my long blonde and pink hair up into a two-tone-braided bun before I throw on my cute jeans and a blue cardigan. I lace up my sneakers and hop down the steps. Glancing at my watch, I notice it’s 7:59 am. Right on time. I smirk, petting Jinx one last time before throwing my backpack over one shoulder and locking up.
“Ooo, right on time,” I hear Jared announce from his spot straddling his motorcycle.
“Well, you’ve already taken me on a death
“See ya later,” I say before heading to my door. I reach in my pocket for my keys when I realize I think I locked them in my car earlier. I glance back at my car and sigh… I guess I have to break in through the back door. Descending the porch steps, I begin to walk up the driveway at the same time Jared is bringing a handful of tools into the garage. We are walking the same pace, only separated by the line of various flowers that divides his driveway from mine.
“I’m not following you… I just forgot my keys,” I awkwardly mutter in explanation.
He meets my eyes. “Yea, that’s what all stalkers say!”
“Let’s face it, you’re not that cool to have a stalker!”
“Ah, denial—it’s always the first stage!”
I smirk at his remark, reaching the back steps as he disappears into his garage once again. I reach under the welcome mat in the back and grab the spare key before letting myself into my house. But not before I try to catch another glimpse of Jared.
I don’t get one.
I’M SITTING IN MY bedroom the next day after three showers and what feels like hours of scrubbing dirt from places one should probably never have dirt. I’m dressed in my oversized sweatshirt and watching reruns of Vampire Diaries on the television. Blankets are pulled up, and a glass of wine on my nightstand is making for a nice, relaxing night after the crazy events of the past two days. Jared’s bedroom light turns on at that exact moment and I smirk. It’s like he always knows when I’m thinking about him. He’s clean from a very recent shower, too; I can see his hair is still slick. Catching me blatantly staring, he glances over at me through the window before walking over and opening it. Oh crap! I sit up and start to fix my hair, adjust my sweatshirt, but there’s not much I can do with it. It’s not very flattering.
“April!” he calls, indicating for me to open the window.
I climb out of bed but my foot gets stuck and I lose my footing, falling to my knees. Smooth, real smooth . I pick myself back up and try to walk confidently over to the window. I open it slightly.
“Yes?”
“Would you want to get coffee tomorrow before school?” he struggles to hide a laugh from my clumsiness.
I happen to notice the curve of his bicep as he braces his hands on the edge of the windowsill as his head tilts to the side slightly. “Uh, yea sure.”
“Okay, 8am out front!” he calls, pointing to the driveway below us before shutting the window. I pause, staring after him for a moment. I watch as he walks toward his bed. He did that so calmly; was he asking as friends? Is this like a date? Ugh! Why do I always have to over analyze things? Why can’t I go get a cup of coffee with my neighbor? What could possibly be so bad about that?
SLEEP DIDN’T FIND me until about 5am and my alarm blared promptly at 7. Great – apparently there is no hiding my anxiety from my subconscious. I roll out of bed and hop into the shower again, just to make sure I got all the dirt. There is something twisting in my stomach, and I can’t tell whether it’s anxiety, dread, or excitement. I twist my long blonde and pink hair up into a two-tone-braided bun before I throw on my cute jeans and a blue cardigan. I lace up my sneakers and hop down the steps. Glancing at my watch, I notice it’s 7:59 am. Right on time. I smirk, petting Jinx one last time before throwing my backpack over one shoulder and locking up.
“Ooo, right on time,” I hear Jared announce from his spot straddling his motorcycle.
“Well, you’ve already taken me on a death
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