I feel myself running out of breath,he walks fast behind me. I am only a few steps ahead of him. If he pounces, I am dead, dead dead. I start walking towards a house i don't know, I am trying my best to intimidate him. I am hoping he turns back, he doesn't, and he keeps walking behind me, i lose my cool and shout. "Why are you following me?!"
I shout this using the last of my breath. He stops in his tracks and looks up at me, and I see his mouth turn from a frown to a smirk,
"Why are you smiling?"
I died inside, and he answered with the calmest tone and shrugs of while answering.
"You are in my yard, I live here. I am not following you. I am walking home."
I feel a slight embarrassment,
" Oh, im sorry. I must have panicked since it's so dark."
I try to keep a straight face and not show him that I am actually shrinking inside. I want to run to the nearest sinkhole and jump inside. He laughs and says,
" Should I walk you home? You don't have to trust me. I'll walk five steps behind you. For your own safety if you are still scared."
"No, no, no, it's just around the corner, thanks."
I answer, trying to get away and begin speed walking so I can get home.
" The name is Jack, by the way,"
I hear him shout just as I turn the corner.Why would he tell me that it's not like I'll meet him again,not even by chance. I open the door and see mom in the kitchen. She smiles and turns her attention to the living room. I turn to see what she's looking at.
" Hey, how did it go?"
"Fine, fine, I'm going to bed, im tired."
I walk towards the stairs. My mom and aunt always do this. They send me to social clubs to make friends. I'm not even lonely. I'm just socially awkward.
I'm Dalia, and this is my story. It's not a typical teenage romance. It's more like a thriller or a horror. And I'll be narrating, of course.