Fan Fever

Chapter 25: Watching

The house was finally quiet again.

No screaming crowds.

No flashing lights.

No roaring stadium.

Just silence.

Skye sat curled up on the massive couch in her living room, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame as her phone glowed softly in her hands.

And everywhere—

It was her.

Clips from WrestleMania flooded every social media platform.

TikTok.

Fan edits.

Reaction videos.

People screaming over her entrance.

People rapping along to “VENOM TALK.”

People calling her the greatest WrestleMania host they’d ever seen.

She laughed softly as she scrolled.

One fan video replayed her entrance dramatically.

“OH MY GOD, SKYE O’HARE JUST BROKE WWE!”

Another:

“SHE ATE THAT PERFORMANCE UP!”

Another:

“SKYE AND 6IX9INE WERE PURE CHAOS TONIGHT 🔥🔥🔥”

Skye shook her head, smiling tiredly.

“This is insane…”

—

Then—

Her phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

She stared at it for a few seconds.

Longer than usual.

Then sighed.

“…Okay, enough.”

This time—

She opened it.

The message read:

You were amazing tonight.

I wish you could perform like that every day.

You explode every time you enter a stage.

I’m always watching.

And I want you to know that I care about you more than anyone else does.

The smile faded from her face instantly.

Her stomach tightened.

Another message appeared immediately.

Nobody sees you the way I do.

Skye exhaled sharply.

Then finally typed back.

Message

Please stop bothering me. You're actually freaking me out. This isn't right.

She hit send.

Then tossed the phone beside her with an annoyed scoff.

“This dude is seriously insane.”

—

Trying to ignore the uneasy feeling creeping into her chest, she opened i********: instead.

Immediately—

Her WrestleMania selfies popped up.

One picture made her smile instantly.

A selfie of her and Preston together backstage earlier that night. Both laughing. Foreheads touching slightly.

She stared at it for a second before posting it.

Writing

Tonight was a forever night that I’ll keep in my heart ❤️

The likes exploded instantly.

—

Then she found another one.

Her, Preston, and 6ix9ine backstage after the performance.

6ix9ine making a ridiculous face while Preston laughed in the background.

Skye grinned and posted that too.

Writing

These two mean a lot to me 🖤

But Preston means the world.

—

Finally…

She paused on one last photo.

Her and Preston.

Closer this time.

A soft kiss.

Just the two of them.

No fame.

No cameras.

Just love.

Her expression softened as she uploaded it quietly with nothing but heart emojis.

Writing

❤️🖤❤️

—

Within seconds—

Comments flooded in.

GOALS 😭

THEY’RE SO CUTE

PRESTON WON LIFE

MARRIAGE WHEN???

Skye laughed softly to herself.

For a moment—

Everything felt normal again.

Warm.

Safe.

Happy.

—

Miles away—

A screen glowed in the darkness.

The stalker stared silently at the photo of Skye kissing Preston.

His expression didn’t change at first.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

Then slowly—

The obsessive smile disappeared.

His jaw tightened.

Eyes darkening.

“She posted him again…”

His breathing became uneven.

The room around him silent except for the faint hum of his computer.

“She keeps choosing him.”

He leaned closer to the screen.

Fixated.

Angry.

“But he doesn’t love you like I do.”

A pause.

Then—

A low laugh escaped him.

Cold.

Unstable.

“Don’t worry…”

His eyes locked onto Preston’s face on the screen.

“He won’t be there forever.”

—

And for the first time—

The danger wasn’t aimed only at Skye anymore.