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“I don’t love you, Michael. I don’t want you, and right now I don’t even like you. Now will you leave me alone?”
    â€œPlease, you don’t mean that. You’re just upset.” I had to play it cool, like her words didn’t faze me, when in reality, I felt like I was dying inside.
    â€œDamn right I’m upset. If I had known you’d end up following me around, acting like a stalker, I would have never messed with you in the first place.”
    My mind flashed briefly on the concealed weapon I was carrying, and I wondered if maybe I had become everything she was accusing me of. But I couldn’t believe that about myself. I wasn’t a stalker; I just knew that no matter what she said, we were meant to be together. I tried to soften my tone. “I’m not a stalker, Loraine. I just want to talk to you.”
    â€œWell, I don’t wanna talk to you. Now, I’ve got to get back with my husband,” Loraine said, pivoting on her foot to leave.
    I reached out and yanked her back toward me, surprising even myself. “Loraine, don’t do this. Talk to me.” I didn’t mean to hold her arm so tightly, but I needed her to listen.
    â€œGet your hands off me!” Loraine looked down at my hand and glared at me. She snatched her arm away. “I’m going to say this one time and one time only: Stay the hell away from me! Do I make myself clear?”
    â€œWould you rather I come back up to your room with you? If you think I’m going to let you and Leon defile our relationship, you better think again.”
    The first time, this threat had brought her out of her room to come talk to me, but it didn’t work twice.
    â€œMichael,” Loraine said, eyes narrowed in defiance, “you come to our room and I swear to God I’ll call security and have you locked up. Now, it’s time you moved on with your life.”
    â€œLoraine, I’m not giving up on you or our love. We’re meant to be together.”
    â€œYou know what, Michael? You’re starting to scare me.”
    â€œScare you? Is Leon putting these thoughts in your head? I would never hurt you.”
    â€œNo, he’s not putting these thoughts in my head. If anyone’s putting them in my head, it’s you, Michael, by your actions.”
    â€œSo you really feel like I’m stalking you?”
    â€œWhat do you call a man who sits outside his ex-girlfriend’s job unannounced? I saw you come running out of the pawnshop when I came out of the building today. I’ve also seen you drive around my cul-de-sac at all hours of the night. Now you show up here. So if you’re not stalking me, what the hell are you doing? ’Cause whatever it is, it sure ain’t healthy.”
    â€œI’m not stalking you; I just want to see you. Is that so bad?”
    â€œHow many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to see you, Michael. I’m not going to ruin my marriage for a hopeless affair. What we had is over. Can you please get that through that thick skull of yours? Now stay away from my job, my house, and me. If you come around me again, I’ll call the police on you.”
    â€œLoraine, I don’t care what you say. I know you love me.”
    It took her a moment to answer, but she finally said, “A woman can’t love two men, Michael.”
    With that, Loraine stormed off, leaving me standing alone. For the first time, I noticed a few people in the hallway, milling around as if they had been watching the whole thing.
    â€œMind your own business,” I snapped at the gawking onlookers, then stalked out to my car. I really loved Loraine and wanted her back, but obviously I was going about it the wrong way. I would have to go home and come up with another plan.

Jerome
8
    You ever hear the phone ring and just get a feeling you shouldn’t answer it? Well, that’s exactly how I felt when I heard the old-school ring tone