I've never been one to not have eyes on me. Girls and even some guys look at me. And the looks linger. It's always been this way since I jumped into puberty head first and grew into my teenage body. But there is one person in particular who would always double glance my way when I was in high school.

"Hey, she's looking at you again, bro," Addison, my best friend during my high school years, remarks, elbowing me in the shoulder.

"What do you mean?" I question him, cocking an eyebrow and rubbing my sore, throbbing shoulder where his bony elbow got me.

Addison laughs and points behind me.

I spin around and see a familiar jet black haired girl staring at me through a pair of bright amber eyes. She's not pretty by any means and she has on a pair of dorky black-rimmed library glasses. She likes to wear these ugly knitted monochromatic sweaters with mid-thigh length plaid skirts and a pair of white converse shoes. But then again, she's not ugly either as she can kind of rock the outfit.

She waves at me, flirtatiously and then comes over, pursing her lips together. "Hi, Radimie," she greets me with a warm smile.

"Lynette?" I mutter, rolling my eyes.

She pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose, peeking over the top with a mischievous glitter in her eyes as she asks me, "So, you know how I'm kinda-sorta into you, well, I was wondering if you'd like to be my date to prom? I'd ask someone else, but I don't like anyone else like I do you. And I know you're totally available."

She leans toward me, smiling largely.

I look back at Addison, who has a hand cupped over his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. I can hear him as he whispers, "C'mon, bro, don't be a dick and break her heart...you know high school girls are fragile."

I know he's teasing, but for once, I actually do want to take the higher road here. I'm going to tell her 'yes.' Even if I'm not totally into her. It's not like we're gonna be a legit couple; it's just for prom. Besides, I DO need a date there.

I snap my head back and take a deep breath, before I tell her my response. "I'd love to go to prom with you!"

"Awesome! So, I suggest we go on a practice date and I'll pick you up at your place. I already have your address." She kisses me on the cheek as I move my head on purpose so she can't land on my lips.

"I'll see you...wait, how'd you get my address?" I blurt out.

"It's not important," she says, tapping my nose with her index finger.

She then turns on her heels and walks off from me. I cock my head to one side, blinking in disbelief that I had a date to prom and also that she already knew where I lived. Then I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Wow, bro. That girl is cuckoo for cocoa puffs," Addison's voice tickles my eardrum. "But I mean good on you for not going to prom without a date now."

"Yeah, hey, I don't wanna be known as a dick for turning girl's down now. Even ugly, creepy ones who know my address. Guess YOU gave her that, huh, Addy." I slap him playfully on the stomach and then gather my backpack, which has just been chilling on the ground in front of the lockers.

See, I'm what you call a nice, humble jock, unlike the stereotype douchebag jock in most movies, books and TV shows. And I want the whole school to know it!

A few days pass by and it is prom night. I am getting ready, pulling an electric blue necktie into place around my neck and admiring my neat, black and white suit in the mirror. I'm a frickin' stud.

Radim Raddysh, my conscious speaks, tonight you are going to make a dorky black haired girl very happy. You're such a good guy. So humble and kind.

I bow to my reflection and flash a smirk, when I spot her, in the mirror, standing behind me in the doorway to my room.

"Wow, you clean up nice," she remarks, walking up to me.

I stand back up straight and turn to her, taking in her sparkling plum colored prom dress with silver heels. Her glasses resting on her face as always, halfway concealed by her dark hair, which falls down just barely over her shoulders.

"You look stunning," I fib, taking her hand into my own. "And you're already here...my mom let you in?"

She looks at me, her eyes sparkling innocently. "No. I let myself in. I have a key to your place...I know where you keep the spare. I just had that copied."

I step backward. 

She steps toward me and grabs me by the wrist to prevent me from getting away from her. "Don't worry, your sister lent it to me, since your parents are out on a date. And I know Kenzie's at a sleepover tonight. It's just the two of us."

I look at her, trying to control myself. I am beyond creeped out. I know for a fact she doesn't know my sister and how does she know I HAVE a sister in the first place and what her name is...it's just too much.

"Just the two of us here, alone, should we even GO to prom tonight?"

I freeze in place, unable to make any movement or even speak. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest and I am not sure I'm comfortable going to prom with her. I don't even think I can have her in my house anymore.

Lynette begins to undo the knot work of my necktie. "We should do it. On your bed."

This is NOT the sweet semi-attractive dorky girl I agreed to go out with. Even though she is looking really good in the prom dress. No, this is a darker, almost psychopathic young woman before me. I manage a soft squeak from my lips. Pathetic, Radim!

"Tell me something, did you REALLY want to go to prom with me," she inquires, her eyes darkening with a sick pleasure as she pulls the necktie off and throws it to the floor to the side of us, "or is it all a fake image enhancement--" She then begins to unbutton my black suit jacket and push it down my arms as she speaks, "--for your sweetheart ego?"

That snaps me out of the trance.

I seize her wrist, halting her as she makes to unbutton my white shirt. My brow knits together in a frown as I grumble, "You know an awful lot, Dork Girl."

"It's Lynette. Lynette Spiegel," she snaps, jerking her arm from my hold.

I let her free herself. I'm about done with her antics and presence anyway. "I really don't care. I wanted to be nice, but you're scaring the shit out of me, and to be honest, I don't feel comfortable going to prom with you anymore. We're done. Go alone or go back home and don't EVER talk to me or come into my house again. Otherwise, I will get a restraining order against you, Lynette."

She steps backward, something snapping inside of her. Her eyes darken in color, losing the bright amber color. "Fine, Radim. Whatever you say. Guess you can't handle the real, true me."

I glare at her. "No! The real you is a stalker and I'm not about to date a stalker, Lynette. Get out of my house now!"

She bellows like a madwoman and comes for me. I react by grabbing her wrists and yanking her with me out of my room and out to the foyer. I shove her out of the front door and slam it in her face.

There's another inhuman scream and then I can hear her yelling to herself as she walks off. "Lynette, you idiot!" I hear her scream. The yells finally fade into faint loud whispers. And then peace. She's gone.

I lean against the door, my suit jacket open to either side and my chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline of the situation. My mind is racing and my blood is pumping. Was that girl really THAT obsessed with me? Would she hurt me or my family now?