Chapter 12: Stalker Being Stalked

< Shirley >
Death of my friends? Did this person run away from a mental asylum just to nag me?
This person was infuriating. Made me want to hit him with literal bricks, and then leave him in sewerage for weeks.
On top of that, who the fuck was he to tell me something like that out of nowhere? Like who in their right mind gives death threats on their first conversation?
You: Was I supposed to take it seriously?
Unknown: It's your wish, but I'll tell you I'm completely serious.
You: Hey, completely serious. I don't believe you.
Unknown: Like I said, your wish. But you'll come to regret it.
You: In your dreams. Try touching my friends, I'll cut off your fingers.
I quickly pressed the 'send' button and let a sigh. Whoever this was deserved to get boiling coffee spilled on him. Placing my phone down, when I turned back to my friends, I found them all staring at me with curiosity.
I chuckled nervously and let out, "What?"
"You seem tense. Are you feeling sick?" Violet asked, and Eric put a hand on my forehead to check for any fever.
I swatted his hand away and said, "Yes, I'm just fine. Just reading some infuriating scams. I swear some of these scams are so ridiculous, they make me want to sign them up as stand-up comedians."
One way or the other, they seemed to have believed me and went on about their business. Just as I let out a sigh of relief, I received another text from that person. But this time, I felt someone boring their eyes at me, probably with murderous intent.
Unknown: I'm not a stand-up comedian, Neither are my threats a scam. I'll prove it if you want, princess.
You: Then prove it.
I replied without any hesitation. I needed to see if this guy was all talk or he actually was a threat.
Unknown: What do you want me to do? Probably stab someone? Just say the words, And I'll do anything for you.
I cringed. Undoubtedly, this person was nuts. He was a psycho, and he needed medical attention more than me. Period.
My eyes roamed around the restaurant, looking for some douchebag who I could teach a lesson to; I would hate to hurt an innocent person. Then my eyes caught sight of a gorgeous grey-eyed man, who was probably the guiltiest and most dangerous out of everyone present in the restaurant.
You: The handsome man in a dark blue suit, with black hair, in the corner table, I want coffee spilled over him.
I restrained myself from smirking.
After everything Dylan had done that day to me, the least he could do to compensate was be a double-edged sword for that psychopath. Spilling coffee on Dylan was like inviting death, and not spilling on coffee on Dylan meant I had nothing to worry about.
I started chilling, almost sure that nothing would happen. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I saw a waiter walking towards Dylan's table, a cup of piping hot coffee on the tray, and he just happened to be tripping when he was walking by Dylan, dropping the hot coffee directly on Dylan's shirt.
Dylan stood up, hissing and cursing. I suppressed an urge to laugh, seeing his unpleasant look. But then I started to feel bad. The coffee seemed really hot; it must have burned. I pitied the waiter as he apologized, and Dylan went to the restroom to clean up.
Even so, this wasn't the reaction I was expecting from Dylan. I rather expected him to shoot the waiter right at the spot, if not that, at least give him death threats.
I watched the whole scenario unfold from my seat as the waiter went away fearfully and Dylan came back from the restroom, wearing a different shirt which his guards probably brought for him. The manager apologized to him, and he said that it was okay—which I found rather hard to believe.
Dylan clearly wasn't the type of kind person who forgave people for slip-ups. Then why didn't he threaten to kill off the waiter? I mean, I just peeked on his crime scene and he wanted to kill me right away.
It's probably because he doesn't want to create a scene and announce to the world that he belongs to the Mafia, answered my subconscious wisely.
Shaking my head to get Dylan out of my head, I excused myself from my friends and went to find that waiter, to ask him who made him do what he did. I asked the other staff, but none could tell his whereabouts.
Disappointed, I was passing by the supply room when I heard someone groaning. I peeked through the door and found someone whimpering in the ground. I immediately called for help and went to help that person out. I gasped when I saw that person's face, it was that waiter, and he was beaten badly.
The manager made me leave the scene, assuring me that they would take it from here. I sighed and went back to my friends. I wasn't heartless enough to question an injured person.
I told my friends that I was feeling tired and sank in my seat, starting to think deeply. The psycho was clearly not bluffing. Also, the fact that the psycho was cunning didn't help at all. But still, it was hard to believe he could actually kill my friends.
I checked my phone to find one more text as expected.
Unknown:
Don't think for a second that I would let you catch me that easily.
Puffing my cheeks, I kept my phone on the side and joined my friend's conversation, which I had no idea about.
"So let's meet up at the airport at 3," I heard Violet say.
I quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Airport? Are we going somewhere?"
"Can you get your head out of your freaking fantasy world, Shirley?" Grace glared at me.
"We're discussing Rianna's wedding tonight," Eric said.
That's when it hit me. Yes, that was the reason we decided to meet up. To talk about Rianna, another of my best friends, who shifted to Canada with her fiancé just a month ago. It was her wedding tonight, which I had completely forgotten about in the new chaos of my life called 'Dylan Lewiston'.
Later on, we talked a bit more about Rianna's wedding and how we would manage to get there on time. Our flight was at four in the afternoon, so we didn't have much time left.
Usually, we would have loved to go there two weeks before her wedding, but since everyone in my friend group is a busy person, they could only afford two days off. It was all planned a long time ago, but I still decided not to let Dylan know. Let him wait for me tomorrow morning, but I won't come.
Also, a getaway to Canada would be much safer than here, with a stalker hot on my tail.
Discussing everything, we all made our way to the parking lot. Once I reached there, I realized I forgot my credit card, so I went back inside, telling them to leave without me. When I returned to the parking lot, I felt a pair of eyes on me. You know that creepy feeling you get when someone was watching you?
I was terrified. In a panic, I tried to fish out car keys from my clutch, only making it worse by dropping them somewhere.
The parking lot was completely quiet, just my heart beating loudly in my chest. What if the psycho attacked me?
God, what have I done to deserve this?
You stalked Dylan, now you're getting stalked. It's all karma, said my subconscious.
I swear on Dylan's life, I'll never stalk anyone ever again.
I stood there frozen, unable to move, only my eyes looking for the keys in the darkness. I became alerted when I heard quiet footsteps coming towards me. My shoulders tensed up. My hands reached down inside my clutch to grab the pepper spray.
When I felt that person right behind me, I took out the spray and was about to sprinkle it but stopped when a voice said, "What are you doing here, standing in the middle of nowhere? Is it your hobby to stand like a freaking statue or what?"
The same voice that I was dreading this morning was now a source of comfort at that moment. I turned around and met those familiar bored grey eyes, not some hostile red eyes that were glaring at me to devour me.
The tension left my body entirely, and I felt like throwing myself on him out of relief. But if I actually did that, Dylan was likely to flip me over with a martial arts move.
"You've gone deaf again, I see." His voice brought me out of my trance. "Why are you staring at me?" I averted my gaze, realizing that I was shamelessly staring into his eyes.
"Oh, sorry, I was looking for my car keys," I said.
"I'm sure they aren't inside my eyes," he chided, and I bit my tongue. "Anyways, I think those shining keys over there are yours." He pointed out my keys near the pillar.
"Silly me. How did I not see it?" I went to pick up my keys.
"Because you're probably blind and need to see an eye specialist. I can recommend some if you want." I rolled my eyes.
"No, thanks. I don't need your help with this."
He let out an exasperated sigh. "No one appreciates kindness nowadays. What has this world come to?"
"If you're going to be kind to me, be kind all the time," I demanded.
"I would really rather not," he replied haughtily and started walking towards his Audi R8.
"Geez, I hate him," I muttered under my breath.
"The feelings are mutual!" Dylan hollered before getting in his car.
He definitely deserved that cup of hot coffee, I thought as I watched him drive away.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I hopped in my car and drove off. I was driving peacefully, still, the eerie feeling wouldn't go, like someone was still watching me. It was then that I received another text from my stalker.
Unknown:
Have I ever told you how much I admire your driving skills? You look ethereal when you're driving. I'm sure you will become a great car racer someday.
I would love to hear all these from Dylan, but coming from a stalker, it was just creepy. Because I wanted Dylan to compliment my driving skills, but I had still a long way to go before I could actually impress him.
I looked around, trying to find that stalker's car, but my dumb luck, there were practically thousands of vehicles in the traffic.
I grew angrier, and I needed to calm myself down. My gaze fell on my cell phone. I glared at it for a minute before smashing it several times on the dashboard to vent out my anger.
Somehow, my phone was still functioning, even after all the beatings it took, so I kept receiving disgusting texts from that person. I made sure to lose him in the hurdle of cars before I reached home, otherwise, it would get creepier.
I swear I was going to kill that stalker when I met him for bothering me so much.