You’ve got your own stalker! That’s kind of awesome, don’t you think?
I gave her a look.
“Stace, you are the only person on the planet who would think that having a stalker is in any way a good thing!”
“Come on, Molly! Someone’s got some deep, dark secret crush on you, and you’re not the least bit curious?”
“The notes were crazy creepy, Stace.” I shivered. “They totally weren’t love letters. Whoever wrote them is nuts.”
Later on, after we finished our homework, it was like middle school. We sneaked into the kitchen and finished all the ice cream while Stace talked about getting back together with Kyle. When she asked me how things were going with Tyler, I kind of shrugged. I hadn’t really meant to get back together with him. I had just felt so bad — like Mike Jensen’s rampage had been my fault since Tyler had gotten smashed up right after I had left the party with my friends and Jayden.
When it was time to go to sleep, Stace’s mom set me up in the rec room, which had a foldout couch. It was across the house from the upstairs bedrooms, but at least the room had its own bathroom. I sent a quick text to Tyler since he had texted earlier. The bad part was that I wasn’t even thinking about Tyler when I typed it out, because to get to his number, I had to scroll past Jayden’s. Thinking about the night of the party, when Jayden had given me his number — and kissed me again — I felt my heartbeat speed up.
Suddenly I wanted to see him — Jayden not Tyler. My chest just ached. The way he had wrapped his arms around me earlier and held me while I cried. I had been totally wrong about him. He wasn’t a jerk like Mike. He was strong … and sweet. And I still couldn’t figure out why he was helping me.
Sitting on the foldout bed, I took out my notebook and tried writing another poem. Yuck! This was why I hated writing poetry. I really sucked at it. The poem I had written about Jayden in Mrs. Sharp’s class had just kind of flowed since I hadn’t been thinking about it so much. Mrs. Sharp had called it raw and emotional, which had been monumentally embarrassing since it had been about someone who hadn’t even known I existed at the time.
Giving up, I threw my notebook back in my bag and turned out the lamp. I was nearly asleep when my phone buzzed. I had already gotten a text from Mom earlier saying Grams was doing really well, so I couldn’t think of who would be texting me this late. I grabbed my phone and looked down. I dropped the phone when I saw the text.
Why’d you tell him?
I started shaking and curled up on my side. I was nauseous and terrified, because all of a sudden I had a pretty good feeling who my stalker was. But Mike Jensen stalking me made even less sense than Jayden helping me. Or maybe it made too much sense. Because … maybe Jayden was only helping me because he knew his buddy had decided to torture me.
I felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I didn’t know which was worse. Getting stalked by Mike “The Jerk” Jensen or Jayden only watching out for me because he felt guilty that his friend was such a psycho. I buried my face in the pillow and just cried, wishing I had never gone to that stupid Valentine’s Day dance.
The next day when we got to school, I knew I looked awful and sleep-deprived, mainly because I hadn’t slept at all after the creepy text. I watched for any sign of Mike Jensen and begged Stace to let me put my books in her locker. The thought of going back to mine had me almost in tears again. The one thing I was beyond thankful for was that I didn’t have any classes with Mike Jensen. Well, I would have been thankful for that on a normal day, but now I was extra relieved.
I still didn’t get it, though. Why would Mike have any interest in me ? It was more confusing than Jayden noticing me. Mike was big, loud, raging, loved to party, went through girls like tissue paper. There was nothing about me that was remotely like
I gave her a look.
“Stace, you are the only person on the planet who would think that having a stalker is in any way a good thing!”
“Come on, Molly! Someone’s got some deep, dark secret crush on you, and you’re not the least bit curious?”
“The notes were crazy creepy, Stace.” I shivered. “They totally weren’t love letters. Whoever wrote them is nuts.”
Later on, after we finished our homework, it was like middle school. We sneaked into the kitchen and finished all the ice cream while Stace talked about getting back together with Kyle. When she asked me how things were going with Tyler, I kind of shrugged. I hadn’t really meant to get back together with him. I had just felt so bad — like Mike Jensen’s rampage had been my fault since Tyler had gotten smashed up right after I had left the party with my friends and Jayden.
When it was time to go to sleep, Stace’s mom set me up in the rec room, which had a foldout couch. It was across the house from the upstairs bedrooms, but at least the room had its own bathroom. I sent a quick text to Tyler since he had texted earlier. The bad part was that I wasn’t even thinking about Tyler when I typed it out, because to get to his number, I had to scroll past Jayden’s. Thinking about the night of the party, when Jayden had given me his number — and kissed me again — I felt my heartbeat speed up.
Suddenly I wanted to see him — Jayden not Tyler. My chest just ached. The way he had wrapped his arms around me earlier and held me while I cried. I had been totally wrong about him. He wasn’t a jerk like Mike. He was strong … and sweet. And I still couldn’t figure out why he was helping me.
Sitting on the foldout bed, I took out my notebook and tried writing another poem. Yuck! This was why I hated writing poetry. I really sucked at it. The poem I had written about Jayden in Mrs. Sharp’s class had just kind of flowed since I hadn’t been thinking about it so much. Mrs. Sharp had called it raw and emotional, which had been monumentally embarrassing since it had been about someone who hadn’t even known I existed at the time.
Giving up, I threw my notebook back in my bag and turned out the lamp. I was nearly asleep when my phone buzzed. I had already gotten a text from Mom earlier saying Grams was doing really well, so I couldn’t think of who would be texting me this late. I grabbed my phone and looked down. I dropped the phone when I saw the text.
Why’d you tell him?
I started shaking and curled up on my side. I was nauseous and terrified, because all of a sudden I had a pretty good feeling who my stalker was. But Mike Jensen stalking me made even less sense than Jayden helping me. Or maybe it made too much sense. Because … maybe Jayden was only helping me because he knew his buddy had decided to torture me.
I felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I didn’t know which was worse. Getting stalked by Mike “The Jerk” Jensen or Jayden only watching out for me because he felt guilty that his friend was such a psycho. I buried my face in the pillow and just cried, wishing I had never gone to that stupid Valentine’s Day dance.
The next day when we got to school, I knew I looked awful and sleep-deprived, mainly because I hadn’t slept at all after the creepy text. I watched for any sign of Mike Jensen and begged Stace to let me put my books in her locker. The thought of going back to mine had me almost in tears again. The one thing I was beyond thankful for was that I didn’t have any classes with Mike Jensen. Well, I would have been thankful for that on a normal day, but now I was extra relieved.
I still didn’t get it, though. Why would Mike have any interest in me ? It was more confusing than Jayden noticing me. Mike was big, loud, raging, loved to party, went through girls like tissue paper. There was nothing about me that was remotely like
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