(Past Thea) -

[Stalker Journal: Entry NO. 2]

"Dylan! Put me down!" I screamed at Lucky's best friend, thrashing my legs around while on his shoulder. I looked over at my brother who was just snickering.

I glared at him "You idiot! Do something!" but he just poked his tongue out at me. I finally pinched Dylan super hard because of which he let out a girly shriek and let me go resulting in me falling on the ground on my butt.

"Ooh Lucky, let's get ice cream" Dylan shouted, pointing towards the ice cream cart a little distance from us.

I looked up "Chocolate for me!"

Both boys looked at me, then at each other, at me, at each-you get the point. Finally Lucky announced "You only get ice cream if you can catch up with us" and with that, they both sprinted away in the direction of the cart.

Shaking my head, I stood up and ran but on the way I bumped into someone, I immediately stopped and apologized and saw that he was the same guy from the candy store. I tilted my head in a confused way whereas he straightened up and replied, "It's okay."

He looked up and smiled but got a puzzled look on his face once he noticed who I was.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned back, with my fist ready to punch only to see Dylan and Lucky following him.

"What's the holdup? This guy bothering you or something" he motioned to the mystery guy I bumped into.

I shook my head violently, trying to save the guy from getting falsely accused and beaten up, and turned back to the mystery guy.

"Well I gotta go, I have a race to win" with that I began to race towards the cart, laughing and shouting.

"LOSERS!"

(Present Thea) -

"YOU!" We both scream.

"Haven't you stalked me enough back in New York? Oh, wait don't answer that because you obviously didn't, considering the fact that you've even followed me to my college!" My glare hardens with every passing second as I talk.

On the other hand, he laughs, throwing his head back, "Oh, so I'm the stalker? You're the one who has been following me for the last 4 years or so!"

Ok so now this boy was lying and accusing me.

"I have not been following you, I am not that desperate and even if I was, who'd wanna follow you, you dick!"

His face instantly contorts in anger and confusion, exactly how I must look right now. Taking a deep breath, he sighs, "Okay, so maybe this is a coincidence--"

"Hmm, maybe you're right. I mean what are the chances that two strangers who have been seeing each other in random places at random times are reunited in a college which is like six hours away from their home town, not to mention the fact that they're both in the same sitting art class, right next to each other... Coincidence? My ass!"

"God! would you calm down, we can discuss this matter in a more civilized way, you know?"

As I open my mouth to retort once again, I suddenly stop, realizing that he's right. I'm being too dramatic and taking this too far.

I blame hormones.

"Right sorry, continue with what you were saying," I mumble, rolling my eyes but when I look, it dawned on me that maybe this isn't the best place for this conversation since everyone's eyes were trained on us.

Chance seemed to have caught on with what I was thinking, "Maybe not here. If this is your last class, though, we can head down to this cafe I know near the dorms?"

I only nod before our teacher, Mr. Bianchi, enters the room, strolling in with his arms carrying a briefcase and his face adorning a warm smile.

He explains our task to us, telling us to illustrate a vivid memory using any medium whether that be paint or chalk. This project was specifically chosen so he could see and evaluate our skill set as well as our ability to express the emotions we want.

The guy beside me already started to sketch out his plan, I guess he didn't have to think twice about what he wanted. While on the other hand, I sit confused as to what I should do, I mean, I have so many memories, how am I expected to just choose just one.

After I go down memory lane, I decide to just start painting and go with the flow.

I start with the background, different shades of blue topped with smudges of white and light grey to make up the sky and clouds. I paint the ground next, consisting of a pathway made up of worn-out bricks lined with the curb. Just as I realize what my hands had decided to paint on their own, the bell rings, indicating the end of this period.

"Okay, if some of you think you can finish in under 10 minutes, go ahead, for the rest of you, you have to complete the illustration on your own or you can come here whenever you're free but submit it at most by Friday," Mr.Bianchi states and I grin, he was growing in me already.

I pick up my canvas then turn towards the guy, who also decides to take it home seeing he was carrying it as well.

"Since we both have to put these in our dorms, let's meet up at the big fountain near the dorms, then we can walk to that cafe you were talking about from there, okay?" He gives me a thumbs-up as he starts to descend the stairs and leave the room and I follow him as we head to the dorms together.

I figure we would part ways at some point but we don't, instead, we find ourselves standing on the second floor of building #4 still together. When I take the lead, walking forward and he still comes with me, I turn around

"I can walk to my dorm myself, you can go to your own."

"I'm not walking you to your dorm, mine is on this floor too, room 130." He points to hallway B, which is also coincidently the hallway where my room was.

I huff and say, "This is too weird... Meet you out here in 10 minutes, 'kay?"

He nods and I unlock my dorm, shaking my head in disbelief as I walk in. I quickly place the wet and unfinished painting in my room and exchange my bag for a small purse with my phone, wallet, and keys in it.

Stepping out of my dorm, I notice the guy leaning on the wall, his arms crossed.

I truly pay attention to his appearance now, he had a slight stubble and messy brown hair. There is a faraway look in his pale blue eyes from which it was evident that he was deep in thought but me waving my hands in front of him is enough to break him out of his trance. However, I take him by surprise and he nearly trips, only standing because I catch his arm just in time and easily pull him up.

As he regains his balance, glaring at me for scaring him, his gaze gradually softens and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Look I get it, I'm hot as fuck but quit it with the staring, it's creeping me out."

I say, shrugging and he mumbles something I couldn't make out. He abruptly begins to walk, taking long strides so I am soon left behind.

I jog to catch up with him and walk normally when I'm next to him, "How tall are you?"

"6 ft 3 inches" he replies, his eyes still focused ahead.

"You're like half a foot taller than me, I'm 5 ft 9 inches."

"Nice. So, do you need to make small talk?" he asks and I grin.

"No, not really, walking is just boring for me, and seeing you annoyed is entertaining for me," I tell him and he looks at me with a dead-panned yet amused expression while I give him an innocent smile, my dimples showing

"You know, we have never told each other our names, like our real names. I'm Thea, you?"

"The name's Romero, Chance Romero. Hmm, that did not sound as cool as I thought it would."

He answers and I laugh, stopping to point at a sign above me.

"Is this the cafe you were talking about?"

He looks to where I'm pointing and nods. "Ash, so it's Jitters."

(A.N any Flash fans out there like me)

We sit down at a table beside the huge glass windows and awkwardly look at each other. The silence was uncomfortable and I begin to fiddle my fingers unconsciously, while I plan to stay quiet until Chance initiates a conversation, my stomach has other plans and it lets out a roar.

Chance stares at me for a solid ten seconds before bursting out laughing and my face instantly flushes in embarrassment. I retort to bury my head in my hands to avoid further embarrassment or any eye contact.

After a few seconds, his laughter dies down and he says, "Two cheese-stuffed burgers with fries at the side, and two milkshakes, both chocolate. Is that okay with you, Thea?"

I sneak a peek from between my fingers and see him talking to a waiter who looks at what I'm doing in confusion. I only nod and the waiter leaves, announcing, "I'll be back with your order shortly."

"So, um, back to the topic here. I'm really not stalking you, even though it may look like it... and if you say you're not a stalker either, I believe you. This has been happening for way too long and I want it to stop. If you want, we can just label this as a coincidence," he explains and I'm about to reply when two guys come up beside me, pulling out two chairs from a nearby table and sitting down with us

"We already ordered pizza for us, don't worry, who's the girl you ditched us for?" The guy with blonde hair speaks, smirking.

I slammed my hand on the table.

"This girl's name is Thea and she can speak for herself, this girl also does not like random people interrupting her and people who invite themselves to places even when they're not needed, so kindly, get fucking lost." I ended with a sickly sweet smile, glaring at two guys.

"Nice to meet you, Thea, I'm Noah and the black-haired guy wearing glasses here, is Vince. We'll make sure to keep in mind that you can speak for yourself and that you don't like random people interrupting you or people who invite themselves to places even when they're not needed." the blonde answers, still grinning.

Chance runs his hand through his hair and sighs in obvious annoyance, "Thea, these idiots are my friends, Noah here is my roommate as well, so.." He turns towards them, "What're you doing here?"

This time Vince smirks and speaks up, "Oh we were just heading to the gym but this cafe is in the way and we saw you inside with a girl, so we thought we'd investigate, how's the date going so far?"

My eyes widen and I glare at Chance. "Date?"

"No, no! I just asked you to come with me so that we could discuss the coincidence or stalker... I don't know, whatever thing."

I sigh, "I'll be paying for my food."

"But-" I cut him off with another glare.

"We'll both be paying for our own food, got it."

I smile in victory only to hear snickering at the side, then that snickering turns into laughing and Noah says, "Dude are you scared of her? I don't think someone as innocent-looking as she could do any damage."

At that Chance mumbled a 'Shut up' and Noah and Vince high-five each other.

Now tease your friend all you want but never underestimate me, my quick temper and prideful ass can't stand it. So I stand up, grab Noah's arm, and hold it behind his back, successfully pinning him in under a minute.

"Ow! Ow! What the hell is this for? Wait whatever it's for I'm sorry," he pleads while I smirk.

"Dude, are you scared of someone as innocent-looking as me?" I mock him, yanking his hand further back. His eyes widen and he hisses in pain.

"Ok, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that now let me go, please," he begs while the others watch in amusement and horror, both emotions contorted into one.

After about ten more seconds, I finally release him and he cradles his arm with the other as soon as I did.

"Damn, dude. You're strong as fuck."

"I work out," I shrug.

"So... if you guys are not on a date, why are you here?" Vince asks me and I look at Chance.

"Well..." he starts to explain our situation and I lean back in my seat, listening to it all.

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Hey guys, I found time to write another chapter, I actually have my Science exam tomorrow but whatever I know I'm gonna pass with 80+ marks, so I don't give a shit right now. (I got an 87)

I hope you liked the chapter, things just got real, 3 more characters are introduced. If you have any advice for me, please leave it here. Please don't forget to vote and add the book to your library.

That's it for now.

Potato out. ;)