Stalker
1007 Words
The policeman is gone and I'm driving to school again.
Everything seems normal. The sun shines brightly, and everyone acts like nothing interesting happened during the weekend. Some talk about how great the party was. All I can do is nod in agreement, even though I'm against of almost all of their statements.
New people talk to me, knowing I'm supposed to be the new quarterback. But no one knows I'll leave tomorrow at night.
The classes are normal. I'm more focused in telling stupid jokes with Troy and Kevin that in the actual lessons. I'll start university again at Fairford next year.
I've already made all the necessary for leaving without worries about my academic future.
School finishes.
As I'm training, I feel a glare on my every movement. There's someone looking at the team in the distance. Even if my sight was 10 times better, I wouldn't see their face clearly. However, the fact that they keep an eye on me all the time is creepy. The worst part is that I'm still at school. Which means two things; that I'm not safe here and that the one who's haunting me probably is a student here.
The training finishes. But it doesn't matter how fast I am in looking for the guy at the other side of the field, they're gone. They were only standing there without doing anything. A black hood covering their hair.
I sigh, returning to the dressing rooms. It's really easy to act like everything's fine. Everyone loves buying cheap smiles. It's less complicated showing a fake emotion than explaining the reason of its existence.
I'm glad I can keep all the things that have happened in secret. Craig and Frank don't even know I'll go back, and I guess there's no point in telling them.
I saw the reportage of the murder in the news. They only showed Spencer's face and no other names were mentioned.
There's still no clue of the murderer. Paul and his friend had been living here for a long time now. They had no enemies and there's no serial killer in the radar.
I check my phone as I enter the car. Noah called me twice. I toss the device to the passenger's seat, closing the door clumsily. The way home is silent and awkward.
I'm depriving myself of not calling back. Although, it's obvious that I'd answer immediately if he called again.
I shake my head for the millionth time today. However, this last action just makes everything worst.
My eye catches a known person riding a bike some meters in front of me by the sidewalk. The guy is carrying a bunch of books while trying not to slam his face against the pavement.
I'd recognize that man, that bike and that helmet anywhere.
The sound of the horn causes a book he's carrying to fall from his arms.
I can hear his cursing even with the window closed, which makes me laugh. He stops and turns around. I just park the car right next to him and pull down the window, laughing slightly.
"f**k Y-" He yells, stopping only because he sees me in the car.
"Where are you taking those?" I ask from my seat.
"I need to return them to the library." The guy explains while picking the books from the ground.
My paranoia tells me that I'll regret this later. Maybe it's common sense and not a stupid fear. But I've concluded that my whole life is based in stupidities. Just like this one.
"Would you like some help?"
Noah purses his lips and looks at his abandoned bike. "I don't think anyone will it. The breaks don't work." He informs, walking around the car and opening the back door before tossing all his books on the back seat.
Then, he takes my phone from the passenger's seat and hands it to me.
"Sorry." I whisper as he sits and closes the door.
We leave the books at the library and enter the car again.
"Aren't you hungry?" He asks, buckling his seatbelt. "We should go to eat some pizza!" He adds with excitement.
I frown. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh."
What am I doing? I've just rejected Noah AND pizza. There's definitely something wrong with me. Nevertheless, I know that this is for the best.
I leave Hansen right where I picked him up. He exits the vehicle, thanking me for the favor. I start the engine one more time and drive home, watching him take a different way on his bike.
It's weird how we don't talk too much but still feel comfortable with the silence.
I really think Noah is lying about the hypnosis thing, but there's no way to prove my assumption. Hell, I'll leave soon. I shouldn't focus on memories that I may never get back nor repeat.
In the moment I step in my house, I get a text.
My luck may be better now, but I still forget basic things. Noah called me while I was training. I found him later. He didn't mention anything about the calls. I had the opportunity of asking and I f*****g forgot.
I HAD ONE WORK.
Damn it.
I open the message. A goofy smile appears on my face as I read it over and over again.
« Thanks, Eric. You're a good stalker after all. :) »
~Noah
I write a reply.
« No problem. Why did you call me anyways? »
~Eric
« I think you read my mind. I was going to ask you
to help me get the books to the library.
« I stayed at school for extra hours because I can't
study at home. Video games are the worst distraction. »
« Since you were training, I thought you'd like to help me. »
~Noah
« What about Felix? »
~Eric
He takes his time to answer back.
« He had stuff to do. »
~Noah
« What kind of boyfriend is he? »
~Eric
« I know, right? »
~Noah
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