3 The Stalker (2/2)

Michelle chuckled. ”Oh, how I wish I could be that girl in the story.”

I shuddered at her thought. Real life was never like in the stories. I was not going to have a princess-like happy ending. I was on the verge of death. I had to focus from now on.

All my senses alerted on Dylan's action throughout the class. After the first hour, Sonnia and Michelle went for their Math, and I followed Dylan to English. I should have Chemistry at this period, but I would not let the evil monster escaped my eyes. I would follow him and get him to uncurse me. Maybe he would kill me but I would die either way so what is there to lose?

Lunch was much easier. I got to eat with my friends while still being able to observe Dylan. Dale was glancing worriedly at the white clothes figures while talking about the sponsors meeting which seemed to go well. It was odd with the DW members scattered around the cafeteria. They had been going to classes and walking everywhere in the school like normal students since this morning, this create quite a disquieting to the whole school.

I left when the monster did, telling my friends I needed to do some homework, and followed him down to the library. He was there for about an hour, and went off to Chemistry. When he was drinking juices and chatting with his friends during break, I attached myself to the pillar not far away feeling like a psycho paparazzi. Later that day I attended Physics with him but fell asleep. And before going back home, he went into the loo. I almost walked in there too but held myself just in time. I loitered in front of the toilet growing more embarrassing every second passed and started to hate myself for this!

My plan did not seem to work out as I had thought. Dylan's life was even more normal than the DW. If it was not for the bandages on his head, I would assume that everything I saw about him was just my imagination.

Dylan came out of the toilet a few minutes later but quickly disappeared in the rushing crowd. I countered the human current trying to get a glimpse of him. It was the time I wish I was taller than average or having Superman's eyes so that I could see through everybody's head. The Queen's friends, Cleo and Simone, coming from the opposite were just too tall on their high heels. I stood on my toes trying to look up but the bang got into my eyes. Argh!!

That was not for the eyes, but for the sudden pull that got me into a not-so-bright corner.

”Hey.”

I turned round and saw the face that I had been observing all day smiling. He looked even more—urgh! I hate to say—cute up close. I blushed and the mark prickled harder as if about to explode.

”I see you've been following me all day. Do you want to talk to me?” Dylan said it so directly and looked at my forehead. ”Did you—”

The plan!

The number three suddenly popped up!

3. Run!

”I…I wasn't following you. No. Nothing. Good bye.” I shook myself away from his grasp and acted on the number three.

”Leigh!” he called out and came running after as hairs on my neck stood up with the realization that—he knows my name!

Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! I hear nothing! Nothing, nobody's coming after me. I'm alone!

”Leigh!”

Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore! Ignore!

”Leigh! Leigh!”

Just ig—

Then, in a blink of an eye, Dylan Ziarre was in front of me.

I was startled and almost fell backward if it was not for Dylan who grabbed at my hand fast. But I quickly shook him off and swerved toward the parking lot, to my bicycle.

”Why are you running away from me? Don't you like me?” Dylan followed me doggedly. ”Am I not nice?”

Wow! You could ask!

”Don't you want to talk to me? Why are you following me?” His questions bombarded me making it hard to concentrate on running away.

”What happened to your head?”

And that was the nuclear bomb.

My knees suddenly came loose and my heart fell to the floor. I looked up at his face with horror pressing my lips, lifting my cheeks so the tears would not pour out. Dylan seemed to be confused and reached out to touch me. It, instead, provoked me and I gathered my last strength scampering to my bike.

”Let's talk.” Dylan popped up before my bike out of nowhere.

”I don't want to talk. It's none of my business!” I scowled back managing to repress fear with anger.

”But it's mine!” he exclaimed.

”Who cares!”

”I do! Look Leigh,” Dylan grabbed my shoulders and put his face so close to mine. ”You have to understand—”

The rest was lost to me, taken over by muscle convulsions. The monster held me so tight that I could not escape or turned away. And when I had no choice but to look at his gorgeous face, into his black eyes, I saw that tinge of blue and green with black feathers falling down in those turquoise backgrounds. Fear started to revive like a click. I did not know if Dylan were just talking to me or what, all I could see was he was trying to eat me! I will die!

I screamed, burst into tears, and collapsed onto the floor.

”What! What!” I heard Dylan stammered in desperation. ”I haven't done a thing! Stop crying Leigh! Stand up! Quick! Everyone's looking this way!”

He took my arm and dragged me into a bush. He was so strong and I could not do a thing to resist. ”Oww…!” I moaned at his clutch because it felt like my bone was about to break. Dylan immediately let go, ”Sorry,” he said and tried to wipe my tears with his handkerchief. I snatched it from him and did it myself.

”Ahem…ummm you have to return me that.” said Dylan pointing at the handkerchief.

I stuffed it back to him.

Dylan pushed back my hand, making a face. ”Keep it for now.”

I buried my face in the handkerchief, temporarily forgot that it belonged to a monster.

Dylan sighed as he looked at me. I peeked at him wanting to know what he was going to do with me next. Boil? Fry? Bake? Or barbeque?

”I'm sorry I pushed you to hard.” He said once again looking at me with sympathy. ”But I really don't understand? I'm just asking about your wound.”

He continued rather sadly. ”You know, I'm asking it just to be nice. See? I'm not like the Winters or Natalie. I'm sooo kind. And I saw that you were following me earlier, so I just want to give my fans some sign! What's wrong with all of these?!”

Fear allowed me to miss his conceit. Voice started to make sound in my throat, ”Nothing wrong it's just—”

”What're you saying?” said Dylan leaning even closer for a better hearing.

”wings—” I mumbled.

”What? Wigs?” He touched his head. ”This is no wig!”

”W—wi—wings—b—black—black—”

”Yes, tell me, and I'll take care of those.” demanded Dylan.

I gathered all that was left of my courage and looked up, spitting it all out.

”You grow Black Wings!”

I stared at him with fright, trying to keep my mouth shut without much success. Words kept pouring out as if it could take away the nervousness conquering my head. ”G—Green Eyes!”

Sympathy on Dylan face vanished without a trace, his friendly smile lost without a trail. White translucent muscle of his beautiful face strictly tautened as his marble eyes widened. I could feel forces rushing out of him, threatened me to withdraw as if his power was activated. His blackhole stares had gone from fierce to calm to cold. Despite yet to get to the curse part, I regretted telling him. Now I was so terrified that my conscious had fled far leaving pure basic instinct to deal with the situation itself.

Tongue stuck in my mouth, air stuck in my throat, I wanted to throw up. I held my hands across my mouth to prevent my breaktime's kiwi juice from spurting out as my legs drew backwards little by little—I was actually quite amazed at how much I could move. But it was not long when Dylan darted swiftly forward as if blown by wind, drilling a hole within me with his pupils in which their dark spaces were eaten up by sparkle of blue-green. His lips moved up and down but the most terrifying voice seemed to be ringing right within my ear.

”It's you!”

”IT'S NOT ME!”

I screamed as hard as I could into his face and ran. Grabbed my bike with sweating hands, I started pedaling frenetically breaking the record on wake-up-late-rainy day.