The StalkerA Story by Floydina WhiteA girl, a boy, a dark lit night...She looks at her watch again. It's 10:47. She's been waiting for
exactly two hours, at her precise count. She glances at her watch
again. Still 10:47. She sighs and rubs her neck.
Reaching over to the cup holder in her car, she takes a sip of her now flat
Coke, bought on campus hours ago. She turns on the radio, and flips to her
favorite station, which was on a seemingly long commercial break. She turns it
off. You can only listen to but so many Geico commercials, after all, she
thought wryly. God, but these long trips
stretched out endlessly... She takes out her cell
phone-no, she shouldn't call; he'll just ignore it. Like he always does. Why do I keep torturing
myself? The rhetorical question bounces around in her head until it finally
escapes as a low, guttural growl, echoing in the car. The end result of pain escapes in frigid breaths
clearly visible in the cold car. She is patient, oh so
patient, as she continues her vigil in front of his apartment building. Ahh, she thought as she
glanced a final time at her watch, 11:02. He should be on his way home at this
very moment. Jason. Known more
affectionately as JW, or Jay as he is more often called. To her, however, he's hers
and hers alone. She knew his schedule by
heart, and well she should; they went out for a whole year and broke up just
about as long ago. She sighed just thinking about
their whirlwind relationship... Bright lights in her rearview
mirror interrupt her train of thought. A bright blue sedan pulls up, passes by
her car. A tingle of excitement runs
through her as the familiar car with the familiar bumper stickers parks a few
spaces down from her. Click, click. Slam. A groan,
some rustling, and footsteps. She slides down in her seat
slowly, so he wouldn't see her. While sliding, she accidentally presses the
horn.... "Beeeeeeep.........."
The horn resonated in the dark, and he pauses. She freaks out and ducks her
head, just in time as he looked in her direction. He looks closely at her car,
but then shrugs and heads towards his building. She hears the door click when
he goes in, and she drives away. Another stakeout gone well,
she thought with satisfaction as her car turned the corner. © 2010 Floydina White |
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Added on February 2, 2010 Last Updated on February 2, 2010 AuthorFloydina WhiteBrooklyn, NYAboutSo who am I? I'm.... ...obsessed with Hello Kitty. I even have a tattoo of her :) (be nice and maybe I'll show you where *wink*) ...creative. I love to make things...I dabble in loads of thin.. more..Writing
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