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He. Keep. Staring at you!
Why? What did you do? You got here a month ago!
Things started so well. You moved school, got a part-time job at Dad's Damn Diner, and even made friends. Things were looking good. But noooo, God forbid you felt happy for once in your life.
"What's up newbie? You look... distracted," whispers Lucy, sitting next to you.
"Nothing, just bored. I hate this teacher."
You try your best to ignore Peter's stare. You know he is looking at you right now because he is always looking at you. It's not paranoia, it's reality. You always feel his eyes on you, burning like a laser. it's not curiosity, it's something sinister...
"You're lying," states Lucy putting her arm around your shoulders. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind."
"Lulu, I'm trying to listen to the teacher," you mumble, struggling to keep your concentration on your worksheet.
She leans closer to you, looking around suspiciously.
"Is it because of Peter?"
Touché.
"Don't you think he's always... staring at me?"
Lulu, who visibly forgot how to be discreet, turn around to engage in a staring contest with the most feared kid in school. He growls, giving her a splendid "fuck you". She rolls her eyes in response.
"Yeah, he's been weird lately."
"Why? Is he angry at me? We never interacted, I don't understand."
" Maybe he just wants to bang you."
"Lulu! This is serious, I'm panicking over there!"
"I'm mean, he's not the only one who wants you. Have you seen Josh? He totally wants to fuck"
"Stop thinking about sex for one minute, please," you beg her.
"But don't fuck Josh. He's an ass."
You give up trying to reason with her. You really like Lucy, but she can be so annoying sometimes. Whatever, the bell is ringing, and you have work to do.
You dunk a pile of dirty dishes in the sink. It's almost time to leave, you can do it Y/N.
"You ready to go?"
"I am! Do you need a ride home?"
"It's okay, I'll just walk. Thanks though!"
"Are you sure? I don't mind."
"You're too sweet TK," you say, wiping your hands on your dirty apron. "I'm going to clock out. See you tomorrow!"
"Take care!" TK smiles and waves you goodbye.
TK really is the sweetest. They always make you smile, even when you're almost sobbing after a rude client yelled at you because you didn't refill his glass fast enough. You even suspected they might have a little crush on you. You liked TK, but you couldn't see them as more than a good friend. Not to mention you didn't have the time for a relationship.
You exit the diner. You live with your parents pretty close to your workplace, it shouldn't take you too long. You walk down the empty streets. The sun is already gone, and the cold wind makes you shiver. Walking home alone so late might have been a bad choice. Maybe you should have taken on TK's offer.
You speed up, covering your face with the hood of your coat, still alone in the dead of night.
Or it's what you think until you notice a shadow on your left. A tall, thin, and awfully familiar shadow. Is that...?
Is that Peter?
No, no, it's not him. Definitely not.
You are now closer to him. You smell tobacco and your hands start shaking. You feel his eyes on you. Burning like a laser.
No. You're going insane. It's not Peter. It's just a random guy staring at you. You're perfectly safe, don't worry.
You know what? Let's check! Yes, perfect plan. Let's establish dominance. This creep is looking at you? You're going to look at him!
Your eyes meet two glowing pupils. Blue. Peter's blue eyes are staring right at you.
Oh, Fuck me.
Why?? Why is he here? Is he stalking you? Is school not enough for him? Now he wants to terrify you in the streets?
Or does he wants to get violent? If that's the case, you better sign your will right then and there! Peter fights like a pro, and you have the strength of a newborn sloth
You're walking past him!
Calm down! Calm down GODDAMMIT
The street is narrow. If he wants to grab you, we're done.
You're getting closer. Peter flicks his cigarettes and lets it fall to the ground. He straightens up and rolls his shoulder like he's preparing for a big chase.
You realize you two are alone. The street is quiet, and the night's dark is ready to swallow your screams, maybe silencing you forever.
Fuck it.
You run. You sprint like your life depends on it, because that might be what's happening!
You run and don't stop until you reach your building.
You enter the hall. Thank god you live on the ground floor, no need to wait for the elevator. Safe at last.
You shakingly try to unlock the door. You notice your aching legs, the sweat on your body, and the taste of blood in your mouth. You feel like you're about to cough out your lungs and the door refuses to cooperate.
Breathe. You're safe.
The door opens.
You wrap a towel around you and wipe off the steam on the mirror. What an eventful night. You distractedly dry your face. You look like a steamed bun, but the shower helped.
Maybe It wasn't Peter. He's not the only tall skinny blue-eyed man on Earth. And even if it was Peter, he's allowed to be in his own city. You think you're just being paranoid. You've been so stressed lately.
Let's not think about it anymore. You're home, you're safe and It's bedtime.
Go to sleep, you deserve it.