Chapter 1 (1/2)

Translated By: GM_Rusaku

~Denise’s POV~

3 weeks ago..

「Cla.s.s, I’m sorry.」

We were shocked on what Teacher Yuko just said. She was our adviser and the teacher closest to us. To all of the teachers here, she was the only one who understood us well. She was the only one who persevered to straighten us who lost our way.

We are Cla.s.s 3-C, the cla.s.s that the teachers refused to be on. The reason was we would just ignore anything they would teach us, we’re just attending because we have to. I am with those who are rich, who are vainglorious, the delinquents, and the losers. I just transferred to this cla.s.s this school year, and days goes by with us having so much fun that I didn’t even noticed that we are gonna be seniors in just a few months. All was still silent. We are waiting for Teacher Yuko’s next words.

「I will be resigning」 Teacher Yuko said while looking down and both her hands were holding both ends of the teacher’s table.

「I’m going to get married next week. Sorry for said this just now. Sorry for keeping this a secret」

Silence still dominates the four corners of the cla.s.s. We don’t even know if we should be happy or be sad for our beloved teacher.

What emotion should we be feeling now?

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After 5 days…

I found myself in need of a twelve pack of Rolling Rock, so I loaded myself up in my Dodge Nitro and headed to Walmart. I found my parking spot out in the middle of nowhere’s ville, deep in the parking lot. Strolling up the lot, I pa.s.sed a young man leaving the store. He made eye contact with me and with a nod of acknowledgment, we went along with our individual business…or so I thought.

I made my way to the back of the store, where the beer cooler was located and selected my drink of choice for the evening. As I rounded the end of the beer isle I noticed the guy that I had just pa.s.sed in the lot. He was looking at some groceries. As I walked past him, feeling a little nervous about seeing him again, I watched him, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

Chalking it up to coincidence, I continued back to the front of the store and had a brilliant idea. I wanted a pizza with my beer. So, a quick left turn into the frozen pizza isle and I was deciding what pizza I wanted. As I strolled up and down the isle making my selection, there he was again. With short blonde hair and blue eyes, this man in his mid twenties was standing at the opposite end of the frozen goods isle.

Realizing it was more that coincidence and that he was following me, I started to think back. ”Did I cut him off? He doesn’t look familiar to me.” I said to myself wondering why he could be following me.

I made my way to the check out line, watching him along the way. I payed special attention to notice him walking back out of the store.

”$18.57,” the elderly lady behind the register told me, bringing my attention off of that man and back to buying my dinner, ”will that be cash or debit?”

Confirming debit I paid and headed out the door and back to my car. And there he was in his blue jeans and long sleeve t-s.h.i.+rt, leaning against the Red Box. ”d.a.m.n!” I mumbled under my breath. ”And there he is.”

This time he seemed to be blatantly following me. Now, I am not a small guy, I go about two hundred pounds and about six feet tall, but his persistence unnerved me a little…no, a lot. So I picked up my pace back to my nowhere’s ville parking spot and he kept time with me. As I approached my truck I noticed he had vanished again. So, I hurried myself into my truck and locked the door.

Leaving the parking lot, I was watching out my rear view mirrors looking for my stalker and taking note of several vehicles that were moving through the parking lot out of an abundance of caution. I took special notice of a dark colored pick up truck and a grey Honda Civic.

With a left turn on to the back road leaving the parking lot, my eyes were glued to my mirrors when I noticed the Civic make the left turn as well. My heart rate increased and I felt down along the seat for my Louisville Slugger. At the end of the road I made my complete stop and had to wait long enough for traffic to clear before I could make the second of three left turns until I was home, that he caught up. I could see his handsome face looking at me as I looked back at him through my side mirror.

It was at this point that I felt it was confirmed that he was definitely following me. The traffic cleared and I stomped on the accelerator pedal. With the sound of squealing tires and a little smoke rolling off of one of them, I took off like a bat out of h.e.l.l on to S. Line St. To my dissatisfaction, he again kept pace with me.

”I can’t let this nut case follow me home!” I said out loud as if someone was sitting next to me. ”A plan, I need a plan!”

It dawned on me that there was a city park on the right about a mile or so and there were cameras all over the place. I decided that I would stop there and if he followed me I could, at least some what safely confront him. And as I feared, he stayed about two car lengths behind me and followed me on my right turn into the parking lot of the city park.

Knowing all of the lamp poles had cameras in them as well, I found an open parking spot near the sidewalk with a camera fairly close. I pulled into the spot, turned the car off and sat there for a few minutes devising my plan of attack. Then he walked by the pa.s.senger side door and off into the park. I let him get a little lead and I exited my vehicle.

Keeping myself about twenty feet behind him, I was building up my confidence to quicken my pace as he ventured off of the path, across the gra.s.s and into an old cemetery behind the Methodist Church.

”f.u.c.k!” I whispered to myself as I followed suit.

He was already into the graveyard as I reached the first grave. ”HEY!” I yelled as he turned his head while keeping his pace.

Closing the gap I yelled out again but he kept walking. Disappearing behind a concrete building about the size of a storage shed I thought to myself ”This is not going to end well!” But I was already to deep into it to change game plans, so I followed.

Expecting him to be gone when I rounded the corner of the building, I jumped a little when I seen him standing there facing me. Deciding to jump on the offensive and with a deeper voice than I usually use, ”Why are you following me?” I demanded an answer.

Taking the last three steps, there was about a foot of air between us and I noticed his nerves showing through those deep blue eyes. Stuttering as he started to speak, ”I-I-I noticed you walking into Walmart with your hard on.”, he responded very nervously.

Now, in a quick transition from the aggressive stance I started with, into a slight feeling of embarra.s.sment, I spoke through a giggle. ”My hard on? I didn’t have a hard on!” looking down at my crotch and noticing my fly was unzipped and pushed out slightly against the edge of my flannel b.u.t.ton down s.h.i.+rt. I could see why it looked like I had a hard on the way it was pooched out just a little.