A guy that I kinda be into
~Be more chill

Your greatest self has been waiting your whole life. Don't make it wait any longer
~Steve Maraboli

Chapter One - Stalker

Dear blake,

I always wondered if you read novels, guess I know the answer now since you're reading something. I don't know the title exactly, but its still something. Getting kissed by you was one thing. And stalking you from a tree is definitely another. I don't seem to trust the police anymore though. Seeing that I've been watching you- wait that's creepy- for almost about three years. And if you ask, no I don't take pictures of you in your underwear. That's just a pure sick thought. It's really a shame. Really. That the only view I have of is your basements window. Oh my god I really am a creep. Don't blame it on me if you see an ugly monster stalking you from your basement's window. Trust me, it isn't me. I'm the cute one. I don't know if your certain level of knowledge knows this yet, but I have a crush on you. Okay maybe more. You kissed me first so deal with it.

Your stalker,

Nevaeh Mis'xielle Wilson

After writing the letter, I folded the pink linen paper and tucked it inside my diary. It's a book I randomly found while cleaning out our garage, courtesy of my mother. It isn't one of those modern day diaries with glitters or something sparkly in the cover. It doesn't have scented paper or those already-printed calendars and planners. No, mine was a little old dated and less sophisticated.

It has a leather brown cover along with a leather lock that binds and closes the diary with ease. Which is a total plus since I tuck letters into them. Why you may ask? Well the truth is I don't know myself. I guess I was really extra when I first started writing. Still am. It's old pages had brown stains filling almost half the book with big blotches of what seems like coffee stains.

It wasn't coffee stain though. I was sure. I sniffed it out once. It didn't smell like anything. What the brown marks were, perhaps was better off without being discovered.

I took in a big breath of the cold afternoon,almost evening air. I rested the back of my head on the tree trunk and closed my eyes for a bit. Just like every time.

I listened to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves. I listened to how the birds would occasionally chirp and perch on branches taking a break just like me.

I listened to my own breathing. Me.

It seemed that my mind wandered on it's own seeing that an image of me scratching my knee when I first tried to climb here. It was all supposed to be for fun. Nothing more, nothing less.

Now look at me, stalking my crush for almost three years. I was about halfway through thirteen when I started spying on Blake.

Yep, I'm a sixteen year old stalking her crush by climbing a big ass tree and writes on paper and folds it then tucks it into a diary. We'll......... that's life.

Bzzzzzz!
Bzzzzzzzzz!

I started hear a vibration which is no doubt my newly gifted phone. "What the-"

Bzzzzzzzzzzz!

I searched for the source of the sound.

Bzzzzzzzzzzz!!

I searched for the sound and found it in my pocket. What the-

Maybe it's mom...it is almost time for dinner after all.

I reached for my phone to see who's calling.
Who am I kidding. It's always mom telling me to either come home or wash the dishes, which I hate. When I opened my phone, the first thing I see is

A creepy monster!!!!!

And you know what I do?

I scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Which turned out to be a bad idea. But who am I kidding? I'm always the clumsy and crazy one. And it seems that bad lucks always with me.

Now back to the present.

Were was I? Oh yeah.

I continued screaming and wiggling in the tree trunk and eventually threw my phone hoping it survived the crash.

Once I realized what I've done, I took a peek and saw my phone thanking the heavens it isn't broken. Only a few cracks here and there. It's not so bad. Right? Oh who am I kidding, Mom's gonna kill me once she finds this out.

"Hello?" A familiar voice screamed.

Sh*t

I turned around so quickly that I was amazed my neck hadn't snapped.

I immediately crouched and turned around which resulted in me accidentally kicking my diary.

"Nooo!" I shouted as I stared at the flying letters that have fallen out of my diary. I groaned. I should've locked it. Great. Just great.

"Helloooooo. Is anyone there?"

I immediately sat up and hid behind a bushy area at the side of the tree. Lord God, I love you so much. Please make me invinsible right now. Pleaseeeee. I started praying in my head hoping that he wouldn't see me.

"That was weird. I thought I heard something. " I heard him mutter. Oh my God! His voiceeeeeee. Omygodomygodomygod.

Stop fangirling you idiot. Maybe I could just take a peek?

Slowly but surely, I reached my hand out and leisurely moved the bushy stem and leaves out of my view careful not to cause anymore accidents.

Once it was out of my peripheral view, I built up the courage and took a peek at Blake and sure enough, he was right there sitting at his window looking around probably searching for the source of the noise.

He looks so cute looking lost like that. I wonder if. Hmmmmm.... Let's do this.

Still holding the bushy stem with my right hand, I used the other one to grab the camera on my neck. I took of the cap of the lens and focused it on my victim. I'm gonna get a pic of himmm!!!!!

Outside me: Gives a small smile
Inside me: Internally twerking and fangirling.

Focus now........

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FLASH!

Oh Sh*t. Because of the sudden flash, Blake sat up straighter and looked at my direction.

You probably thought that he caught me taking a picture of him but no. Sorry to disappoint you but needless to say, I quickly hid myself before he even took a glance of me.

I heard something shut. Assuming that Blake already closed his window I took a peek and let out a breath of relief when my idea was in fact, correct.

Gathering my thoughts, I looked up the sky and sure enough, the stars and the moon were staring back at me as if telling me to go home and continue stalking loverboy tomorrow.

Lord why am I creepy like this?

I shrugged off the idea of being caught watching Blake. I've been doing this since I was 13 years old. So I've been stalking him for approximately three years. So what's the harm in stalking him one more year. Right?

Sighing, I reached for the cap of my camera and covered its lens. I stepped at the trunk that's lower than the one I'm currently standing at and climbed down the tree.

What if he saw me? Nah....he couldn't. Can he? Oh my God my mom's gonna kill me. I'm already late for dinner. It's all because of that stupid phone call.

Wait...My phone?

Oh Shit another reason mom's gonna kill me. I'm gonna kill Xavier when I get home. All of this happened because of his prank.

Stupid brother and stupid creepy monster.

To occupied in my thoughts, I didn't realize that I already reached the ground. Huh, how did I get down here so fast?

I shrugged of the thought and went to the place where my now scratched phone landed. I picked it up and ran my hand through the broken glass screen.

I sighed, Great just great. I need to repair this because well, as you already know. My mom's gonna kill me.

You see, my Mom's a different mom. Shes, hmmmm...what do you call that?

Protective. She's really protective. I can't go on a day without her pestering me with questions like. Where have you been? Who are you calling? Or Let me see your messages. I don't like you having friends that are bad influences.

That's probably why Sam, Aiden and Ashton are my only friends. Sam, because she's your typical good girl and she would never break a rule. Literally, even the don't litter rule. Yep, she's an innocent goody two shoes.

As for Ashton and Aiden, My dad's the one who persuaded my mom into letting me play with them because I quote 'Nevaeh needs to have naughty friends'.

Whatever that means.

Groaning, I placed my now damaged phone in the pocket of my vintage skirt . I then started searching for my long lost love letters and my diary.

Where could they be? Hmmmmm. Oh sh*t found them.

You know the feeling when you just want to sleep and forget everything bad that happened to you? Yeah, that's what I'm feeling right now.

Because right in front of me are my long lost love letters. I think you're probably wondering whats wrong.

Whats wrong? Oh let me tell you what wrong.

Yes, I found my love letters. And yes, they're all scattered around the Owens' front lawn.

I groaned. Mentally because we all know what happened when I last groaned.

I first picked up the yellow linen paper hanging on their fence. Then I proceeded to pick up the linen papers with various colors sprawled across the ground.

After several minutes of collecting linen papers, I checked my surroundings and was satisfied when I saw none of them left.

I blew a breath of relief and mentally thanked the street lights scattered alongside the roads for helping me find my precious love letters.

I tucked all of them in my diary and was about to go home when

"Ummm, who are you and what are you doing here?" A voice startled me which resulted in me landing on my bum.

I looked up and saw a white light shining directly into my face. I put out my hand and covered my eyes from the light.

After a few moments, the light was suddenly gone replaced by a slightly dimmer source. Aka the street lights.

I placed my hand back down and was greeted by familiar forest green eyes squinting at me.

Great, kill me now

Sooooooooo.....I finally made up my mind to continue this book after deleting and publishing it for a gazillion times.

Anddddddddd.........what do you think will happen??

Andddd...I know it's trash but I don't care.

Bye peeps and happy reading!

Oh! And I'll be setting a goal which is
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