by the way, is a married woman—in secret. I even promised not to tell Mrs. Gerard that I know.”
I stare at my brother for a beat, then shake my head. “You’ve already told someone, haven’t you?”
“I said no such thing!” He clutches his chest, looking appalled. “I’m not a tattletale.”
He was. Especially when whatever it was had potential to cause mayhem and havoc. “You do know if anything happens he’ll blame you, right?”
“Well, he won’t be around to make me suffer after they fire his ass.” He retreats back into his room just as my phone buzzes with another text. For fuck’s sake!
Unknown: I love you so much. I forgot to say that!
I hated the smiley faces as much as I hated the dreadful three worded nonsense she’s been repeating for a month now.
Sandra Matthews put a whole new spin to the definition of ‘stalker’. She was relentless, strangely observant in a way that made me uncomfortable (which wasn’t a small fit) and definitely psychotic.
I have no idea how she manages to keep contacting me even though I’ve blocked each number she’s used. It makes me think that her dumb asshole brothers are somehow involved in this shit show.
If that’s not it, then her spidey abilities allow her to do whatever the hell she wants because she manages to keep texting anyway, calling at odd hours of the night, sending nudes of herself and trashy poetry that doesn’t make an iota of sense and other rubbish I’ve chosen to ignore.
“Why don’t you just change your number?” Liam questioned, with that duh look on his face.
“Because of Aiden, shithead.”
Our brother had managed to memorize my number years ago so he could call me in case of an emergency or if he just needed me. There’s no way in hell some bitch is going to make me change my number and make Aiden go through memorizing that new number.
“Then you’re fucked,” he said, laughing at my ordeal with tears rolling down his cheeks after I recounted getting in my car after football practice only to find Sandra spread eagle on the backseat of my car, taking pictures that she said she was going to send me.
Two things I didn’t want to do had to be done.
I got rid of the car and two, I finally let her have it. All along, I had tried my best to be civil, but a line had to be drawn somewhere, so with one of my infamous cold, penetrating stares, I demanded that she get dressed and out of my damn car where I proceeded to tell her to fuck off, that she was desperate for a fuck she could get from just about anyone and that I didn’t want her.
I knew people were watching.
I could hear them laughing at her.
I saw the tears welling in her eyes as she began to tremble. Did I give a damn? No.
As far as I’m concerned, I had been nice to her by not throwing her out of my car the way I found her—though I had half a mind to do so and wouldn’t have blinked twice even if I followed through.
I didn’t mind having a stalker. Actually, I think I do have a suitable, tiny, fiery-tongued, blue-eyed stalker, though she’d never admit that she watches me like I watch her. Always from the shadows though, from afar, afraid to get too close to the blazing inferno she set when she betrayed me.
My phone buzzes again with a new text.
Unknown: I love you so much, you’re my heart. You’re the only one who’s keeping me going.
Followed closely by another one.
Unknown: I know you love me too, run away with me.
No, thanks.
This girl is a psycho. She doesn’t need to get laid—by me or anyone else—she needs help. Like, real, professional help to set her straight, so she can at least get it through her thick skull that I don’t want her. Clearly she didn’t hear me last week.
Don’t get it twisted, I do fuck. I could have fucked her and sent her packing or actually glanced at her with a dead once over like selecting fish at the market, either one would have been acceptable to a girl who didn’t have any self-respect.
But my dick, for all intents and purposes, only ever seemed to work fully when a certain pair of aquamarine eyes that I hate stare right at me, which, unfortunately, was never as often as I liked.
It’s been a thousand days, five hours, and ten minutes