School is boring, as every day, but with a twist of fear and uncertainty. Every class I'm in, I stare out the window and pray I don't see the person outside. I really don't know why I'm so freaked out, I mean, it's not like he did anything extraordinary that would cause me to panic.All he had done was look, but that seemed to be enough to scare me.

I guess I just want to blame somebody for the text I received last night. Tomorrow, I'll probably think the mailman sent me the text.I chuckle slightly at the mere thought of our nice older neighbor-who doubled as our mailman-as a creepy person.

I make my way back to my locker, and the last bell for the day blasts through the speakers that are situated around the school. I sigh in relief at the thought of finally getting to go home.

Freedom!

As I grab my bag from my locker, something vibrates in my back pocket, causing me to jump. I let out a shaky laugh when I figure out that it's only my phone. Noticing everyone looking at me weird, I feel my cheeks warm with embarrassment. I hate to draw attention to myself, as most civilized people would.

Tucking a stray bit of hair behind my ear, I answer the call. "Hello?"

When I hear heavy breathing in the background, my eyes narrow in confusion. I take the phone from my ear to check the number, and almost drop my cell when I realize that it's the same number that had texted me last night. I know because I had accidentally memorized the number earlier. That way, I would know that it was him.

I put my cell back to my ear and say in anger, "What do you want?"

"You," the voice replies.

I can feel my throat constrict in fear. My eyes look up from the floor as I try to spot Laura in the crowds of people. I want to scream in frustration when I can't see her, because she needs to hear what he's saying right now.

"I'm going to tell you this once," I say, my voice steely calm. It surprises me how composed I am about the situation. "If you keep this up I'm going to report you to the police!"

"If you do that, you'll be sorry, Mel."

Before I can say anything more, the line clicks, as if he's hung up on me. I look at my phone's screen; he has.

I close my eyes as I think about what he had said to me. Why would I be sorry for reporting him to the police? And more importantly, why did he say he wanted...that he wanted me?

After I pocket my phone and grab my black bag, I walk down the hall, ignoring the few students staring at me as I walk past. If I'm correct, they heard my entire side of the conversation by the incredulous looks on their faces.

Cursing under my breath for even answering the call in the first place, I head out of the school. Walking along the sidewalk, not even glancing up at my surroundings, I try to keep my cool. I know that I can't have a mini freak out right outside the school, because everyone would be talking about it the next day.

My hands shake with nerves as I pass by the spot where I had seen the man earlier this morning. His hooded face invades my mind, causing so much fear that I yell when someone places their hand on my shoulder.

"Whoa, it's just me," Laura quickly says, shrinking back as if I just burst into flames. I breathe out a sigh of relief, shaking my head to clear my muddled thoughts.

Then, I turn to her and quickly apologize. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something and you startled me."

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't question me further. I run my hand through my long brown hair, as I always do when I'm nervous. It's a habit I haven't been able to break.

Luckily, Laura doesn't seem to notice. Being my friend since kindergarten, she knew my 'tells' and nervous habits. It's almost scary how easily she can figure out that something isn't right. I couldn't keep anything from her for very long even if I wanted to.

"So, how was your day?" Laura asks as we begin to walk again.

I bite my lip, thinking about exactly how much I should reveal. "Um, it was fine...how about yours?"

A big grin spread across her face as wide as Texas. I can tell exactly what she is going to say before she says it. "I hung out with Nathan at lunch. Oh my god Mel, he's an amazing guy!"

I almost sigh. Girl talk has never been my forte. "That's great, L, I'm happy for you!" I pull off a convincing smile even though my mind is in other places besides the current conversation we're having.

It's not that I'm not happy for her; I'm just not in the mood for this at the moment. First it's Mom losing her job, and then it's seeing that man earlier this morning. Now I have to deal with something as, forgive me for saying this, silly as supporting my friend and her crush, who I think is a total douche to begin with.

"Thanks, Mel," she beams, adjusting the strap on her bag. "I still can't believe I'm actually dating Nathan Ash!"

I nod again, suddenly finding the situation very awkward. When she continues to tell me how amazing he is I tune her out, not wanting to have to hear about a guy who I never have really talked to. But I would never tell Laura that; she might end up never talking to me again. Yes, my best friend is very dramatic.

After a few minutes, Laura finally says, "Mel, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

I make the mistake of replying with, "Hmm?" This causes her to roll her eyes and grab my arm, stopping me from walking any further.

The action causes me to grow nervous. She knows something's up. I can tell by the calculating look on her face. I know what she's about to ask before she asks it. "Mel, I know something happened between class and now. What's up?"

I curse her and her perceptive skills.

I bite my lip, wondering how much I should reveal about the phone call. I review it, making sure he didn't threaten me not to reveal anything about the call and slump my shoulders in relief when I confirm he didn't.

"Well?"

I take a deep breath, my eyes finally scanning my surroundings for the person I saw earlier this morning, or anyone who seemed suspicious. Then I turned to Laura again. "You have to promise not to say anything to anybody else, or else I could get into a lot of trouble."

She nods, as if she knows this already. "I promise. Now what happened, Mel?"

Groaning with frustration, I finally allow the words to pass through my lips. "He called me. The person who texted me last night...he called me at my locker."

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