(Past Thea) - 14 years old

[Stalker Journal: Entry NO. 1]

My brother was with my little sister getting her marshmallows while I continued walking down the aisle, looking at all the chocolates that occupied the shelves.

Mom had given us each a five-dollar bill to spend in this store but I couldn't decide what to buy among all the different types and exotic flavors of chocolate.

I finally settled on a pack of Hershey's Kisses and took a step forward to grab it but I couldn't reach it. I even jumped but it didn't help and I frowned. In the end, I stood up on my tippy toes, and just as I was about to grab the packet, someone else took it.

I turned to glare at the person who dared to keep me from my chocolate but I saw that a boy most probably my age but nearly a foot taller than me was holding it out to me. He had brown hair and pale blue eyes but was pretty good-looking.

I hesitantly took the packet from his grasp after I realized he was helping me and thanked him, in return, he only shrugged and left the aisle.

Puzzled at this strange but nice act, I walked over to the cash register and paid for my chocolates.

(Present Thea) -

I wake up tangled all up in my sheets, my long hair in a mess, and my alarm yelling at me to get up. I reluctantly get up and haul myself to the bathroom. I decide to wear a simple outfit today; a floral top paired with a denim skirt.

Just as I come out of my room after getting ready, the aroma of coffee and cinnamon hits me and I inhale deeply. I open my eyes and see Lexi pouring coffee in two mugs and placing them on the kitchen island on which there are two plates of waffles with fruit at the side.

"Good Morning, I hope you don't mind that I already made breakfast for you but-"

"Firstly, good morning to you too, Secondly, I don't mind, I love that you were kind enough to make breakfast for me, but you know that you don't have to keep making food for us both right, it makes me feel bad," I exclaim, gaping at the food.

"Cooking's a hobby, so it's no trouble preparing food for you too, I want someone other than my brothers to try my cooking, they either just sugar-coat it or they tease me and say it's bad, I need someone else's opinion, you know?" Lexi replies and gestures to me to join her at the table.

I sit down and take a bite of my waffles and they melt in my mouth and paired with the fresh fruit and coffee, it's the best thing ever.

After eating, I place the dishes in the dishwasher while Lexi goes to grab her bag, she comes out of her room just as I'm done.

"Ready to go, gorgeous? " I flash her a smile, winking while she laughs.

We step out of our dorm and begin walking over to campus, we make small conversation and I notice that she was still with me when I start heading into the Arts department, then I realize that we never asked each other what classes we have.

"Which class are you headed to?"

"My first class is Photography, then I have journalism and then literature, you?"

"I have photography first too! And then I have fashion design followed by textile and finally art," I say, grinning. It's nice having someone you know by your side.

When we finally locate our class, we're about 3 minutes too early. We take our seats somewhere in the middle and continue chatting. A girl with dark hair settles down next to me just a minute before the bell rang and the teacher enters the room.

Talk about perfect timing.

The teacher/photographer is probably in his late twenties. He was attractive, to say the least, with olive skin and dark hair. While I personally don't go for guys who are more than five years older than me but some people obviously do since half of the population in this class, including Lexi, are shamelessly checking him out. He'll, I swear I even see a girl drooling and a guy licking his lips in the far corner.

"Hello everyone, My name's Mark Miller but you can call me whatever you want, just not Sir, that makes me feel old." He gives his introduction, and instantly a hand goes up, Mark nods at the girl and she smiles before saying.

"Can we call you dad-"

"Nope absolutely not, just call me Mark," Mark cuts her off, shaking his head and the girl slumps down in her seat, while everyone else snickers. Come on even though she doesn't complete her question, everyone knows where this was going.

Right?

Or am I just dirty-minded? Oh well.

In this hour and a half class, we all just introduce ourselves, and Mark gives a lecture on the basics of professional photography and how it's different from just taking pictures with your phone. In the last 30 minutes, he explains to us that he wants an essay by the end of the week, explaining why we like photography, how we think of it as and it's relation to our career choice or life.

In my case, I'm doing it side by side with fashion, cause I did modeling for some company a few times and I loved it, but explaining what it means to me is gonna be hard, I know people say it's for capturing a moment but it's so much more than that, it's -

I'm just gonna stop right there and save it for the actual essay.

After the class is dismissed, we still have about fifteen minutes to do whatever we want, so I just decide to go to fashion because I don't know where it is and I don't feel like getting lost today. As the girl that was previously sitting next to me takes out her schedule, I see she has fashion as well, so I do a very logical thing and decide to follow her.

Bad idea, about two minutes and approximately thirty-seven seconds later, the girl whips around with a compass's pointy thing aiming at me and glares daggers at me.

"Why are you following me?" she demands, her eyes looking me up and down as if she's assessing me.

I gulp, her glare is terrifying but nonetheless, her eyes are beautiful, they're blue with flecks of turquoise. I could tell she has make-up on but it isn't that much. She's stunning.

Damn it! What's with me meeting with all these gorgeous girls, first Lexi now her, I'm sure I was straight last week but now I don't know.

"I won't repeat my question," she threatens and I realize I'd been thinking about her beauty for too long and replied.

"Hi I'm Thea, I'm headed to fashion class like you. And no! I'm not stalking you, I accidentally saw your schedule, so yeah I don't know where that class is, so I thought I'd follow you, I mean you looked pretty confident while walking, so I figured you'd know the way," I finish, giving her a sheepish grin.

She gives me a scrutinizing look at me as if scanning me for lies, then holds out her hand. "Victoria, pleasure to meet your acquaintance, you can follow me but next time you decide to do that, please ask permission before the person nearly suffers a heart attack."

I shake her hand and she finally smiles and looks up at me, "You have a firm grip, I like you, let's go."

"Thanks..." I say confused. She turns back and walks forward, into a room, which I figure is fashion. Near the door, there's a seating chart that was made in alphabetical order according to our last names.

I didn't know that was a thing in college.

I stroll over to my seat and turns out Victoria's seat is in front of mine. I poke her shoulder and she turns around, her head tilted in curiosity, "What's your last name?"

"Styles," she replies without missing a beat

"Oh like Harry Styles and... um also Veronica Styles, you know that famous designer, that woman is my idol," I tell her, grinning.

Veronica Styles was a person I had looked up to my whole life she was and still is an icon in the fashion industry so when Victoria nods her casually and says, "Oh yeah, that's my mom." My eyes widen and shock and I am unable to utter a word

After she turned around, I compose my awe, "Now let me find that jaw I just dropped."

I begin to look at the numerous illustrations throughout the room when a guy drops his bag beside me and announces, "Hi I'm Jonah Thompson, you?"

Now, this boy could be the literal definition of handsome. His eyebrows are thick and his eyes are blue with flecks of grey dancing around, framed by long lashes. His jawline, accentuated by a slight stubble, seems sharp enough to cut bitches as well.

What's with me meeting so many hot people in this college and them making me question my sexuality?

"Hi, I'm Thea, nice to meet you."

I speak, trying my absolute hardest not to check him out. In the end, I give up and take a peek and it was absolutely worth it. A tight, grey turtle-neck adorns his body, tucked neatly into a pair of black pants. He certainly knows how to dress, his outfit highlighted his strong physique but it was too much either.

"You can stop checking me out now, Mrs.Taylors is here," He comments, smirking and I immediately blush and look forward where, as he had said Mrs.Taylors was standing.

I fiddle with my fingers, mentally cursing myself for checking someone out so blatantly.

The rest of the class was boring and so was textiles, which I also shared with Victoria.

Soon enough, I'm entering arts which I had managed to locate in under eleven minutes. Yay me!

I sit at a station in the middle and wait, scrolling mindlessly on my phone. Just seconds later, I see someone sit next to me and say, "Is this seat taken? "

And as I turn to look at the person, the sight of him alone makes my breath hitch.

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Hey peeps, glad to see or know that you're still here. Like I promised there's more story in this chapter.

Btw I have my Arabic exam tomorrow but I'm sitting here writing this for the last 5 hours or something. Bye for now. (I got 90! 😄)

Potato out.