Who parks their car in the middle of the road, anyway?
The guy I met while I was with Beatrice was strange, but the stranger I encountered today took it to a whole new level. It sent shivers down my spine. But damn, he was so hot. If only he had been less weird.
I sighed, my mind replaying the image of his piercing eyes. I shivered. If looks could kill, he would be one hell of a dangerous person. My feet continued to move quickly, my heart pounding in my chest.
I didn’t know why, but I desperately wanted to turn around, walk toward him, and just stare at his face. I shook my head. He was a creepy guy and possibly a murderer, for all I knew. But he was so attractive.
“Ugh!” I cried out in frustration. I had never seen someone as gorgeous as him. It was so unfair that pretty people got all the attention. I was always against it. I didn’t consider myself a shallow person. Of course, I had my fair share of crushes on attractive people, but I always promised myself that beauty wasn’t the most important thing.
People shouldn’t be able to get away with everything just because they were pretty. I was completely overlooking his weird behavior and only fixated on his looks. I felt a little ashamed of myself. Was I becoming too superficial?
I took a deep breath when I saw my house. Inside, I’d be safe from weird (and attractive) strangers. When I reached the front door, the first thing I did was look around. I had seen enough movies to know that creepy people always end up following the victim to their house.
Once I entered the house, I immediately locked the doors. It was so quiet inside that I could hear my heavy breathing. I stepped further into my house when I saw no one lurking outside. “Am I being paranoid again?” I asked myself as I sank to the floor, my legs finally giving up.
The house was silent. My mother was probably outside doing what she loved the most: photography. I didn’t have an all-consuming passion like my mother. I didn’t even have a hobby or any particular talent.
I tried singing but sucked at it. I tried sports but gave up on the fifth day. I even tried photography but couldn’t focus. I sighed; I probably was going to die without having any passion at all.
I couldn’t believe that I was thinking about my talents when I should be thinking about whether the creepy guy followed me home. I felt like I was ignoring the gravity of the situation. I had never seen anyone call a stranger their queen. Had I become so shallow that all I could think of was his pretty face?
It’s not like he hurt me or anything.
“Argh, I feel like I’m going crazy,” I sobbed to myself.
I spent a few hours thinking about my situation and decided that it had to be a prank. That was the only logical explanation I could find. There was also no creepy man near my house, so I decided not to worry about it anymore.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the phone ringing. My mom’s number flashed on the screen. “Hello?” I answered.
“Honey, I’m sorry I’ll be late tonight. I ordered some pizza. Make sure to give the money,” my mom’s voice told me from the other side.
I yawned. “Sure. Stay safe.”
“Yes, I will. Have you locked the door properly? Do not let any strangers in, okay?”
“Yes, Mom! I know. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good, I love you.”
I sighed after hanging up the phone call. It seemed like I would be alone for a few more hours. This town was creeping me out, and I was regretting our decision to move back here.
I got all excited for nothing. My old friends were gone. All the people here were strangers, and it seemed like everyone hated me. The scowls. The suspicious glances. I was not wanted here.
I watched the clock on my wall ticking. It was currently 8:05 p.m. I’m stuck inside when I should be outside having fun.
I shook away my thoughts, not wanting to make my mood any darker. I just needed to wait for the pizza. Pizza was my favorite food, and I bet it would cheer me up in no time. I went back to distracting myself with videos on the Internet.
I looked away from the computer screen only when I heard the doorbell ringing. I took my money and went downstairs. “Hey, tha—”
My words faltered when I saw who stood in front of the door. He looked even taller standing near me, and I could practically feel the power radiating from him. He gave off such a strong energy that I wanted nothing but to bow down in front of him.
My throat went dry. I averted my gaze from his brown eyes. Obviously, I should have learned one thing from horror movies.
The creeps always find the victim.
