Flower's Stalker, Taylor Collins [red queen ebook .TXT] 📗

Is This Ordinary?

Flower’s Stalker

She was petite, standing around 5’4, looking rather shallow. She had a feeling of dread. A feeling she yearned to get rid of. She had always felt dread in the house she was living at. Everybody was sketchy. Her name was Flower, a 21-year-old female with reddish-brown hair. She was always cautious around her roommates. She didn’t know why, but they gave her an offish feeling.

Flower was sitting there in a wooden chair when suddenly a burst of energy was blown through the door. It was her roommate Sandy. Sandy was a little bit eccentric, bursting with energy half of the time, but brought around strange men which made Flower standoffish.

Flower looked at Sandy, and then picked up a book in hopes to avoid a confrontation.

“Oh, hey Flower,” Sandy sang. It didn’t work. It never worked with her.

“Hi,” said Flower, peering at Sandy over her book. Manhattan was the city they were staying in. Originally, Flower was from the South. She knew she would never be happy there, however, and moved to Manhattan when she accumulated enough money.

“Cid is coming over tonight. Can you stay out of our way?” Sandy asked. Whoever Cid was, Flower never intended to meet him.

“Gladly.”

Sandy skipped to the kitchen and grabbed an apple while Flower continued to read her book. Flower delved deeply into ‘Midnight Dancing’ and before she knew it, it was nighttime. She suddenly heard the door slam open and a drunken Sandy with this fairly cute, fairly scary-looking guy came through the door and to the living room.

Flower looked rather scared at the sight of them, not expecting to forget to go to her room where she would gladly prefer to be. The guy looked at Flower and Flower looked at the guy.

“Ohhhhhhh! H-hey Fllloowwwer,” Sandy obnoxiously slurred. She was too drunk. Flower sighed, got up, and went to her room.

There, she read ‘Midnight Dancing’ and tried to forget her horrid experience with Cid and Sandy. She always knew that there was more to come, and it was only going to get worse.

 

~

 

Flower woke up the next morning in a flush of contentment. A pleasant dream, she had. She met a nice man, and they had fallen in love. It was a pleasant feeling in her gut when she awoke.

Flower hummed a tune as she pranced to the living room. There was no sign of Sandy, and Flower just assumed she was still sleeping, which she was. She saw Cid in there, looking through the stack of books on the table where Flower usually sat. Those were Flower’s books. She turned back around at the sight of Cid, before he could utter a word, and went straight back to her room. She didn’t even remotely want to know him. Hell, he might have been an okay-type-of guy, but Flower wasn’t taking her chances.

She pondered around in her room, reading some of the book she was reading the night before, and studied for exams. When she heard Sandy’s door creak open, she peeked through a crack in her door to see a hungover Sandy slouch her way into the living room. Flower followed quickly behind. Cid was gone, leaving Sandy and Flower alone in the house. The rest of their roommates, the more shady ones (let in by Sandy, of course) were gone for a week. Flower couldn’t feel anymore at ease.

“How was your night?” Flower asked Sandy.

Sandy groaned. She had on a yellow jacket and yellow shorts. A green tank top that Flower recognized underneath.

“I take that as it could have went better.”

Sandy fell right back asleep on the sofa. Flower went to go get ready for the day. She took a shower, and washed her hair in pure elegance.

There was something off, however, and she felt a tinge of paranoia. She shrugged it off. It had always felt like that there.

After her pleasant shower, Flower got dressed in an outfit that fit her nicely. I sort of plain outfit. It was just some blue jeans, and a blue tank top.

“Off to school,” she said to herself before grabbing her backpack, and leaping out onto the sidewalk. She walked with a passion. Everyday at school was passionate for her. She thrived to learn.

She made it to the school in about an hour before class. She heard about a guy named Sebastian. When Sebastian first saw Flower, he instantly fell in love. He called it love at first sight. What Flower called it was pure insanity. Flower apparently didn’t believe in love at first sight, but she befriended him anyways. She sat a bench, Sebastian looked at her and smiled a friendly smile.

“I know it will take some time for you,” he said, “but you will love me eventually.”

She looked at him, dumbfound by what he just said.

“I don’t think I’ll ever love you like that.”

He chuckled and said, “You will see.”

Flower thought about those words, but not too extremely hard. She had more, important things to do, like study for her exams, and make sure she had rent money. She worked at a local bakery as a cashier; ‘Dan’s Bakery’.

Her boss, Dan, was a nice guy. She felt he was the only person she could trust completely, and the two of them had long talks about life frequently. At least when there was time.

She walked to class, and intently listened to the lecture while taking notes. She was a biology major.

She turned in her homework, which she completed everyday the minute she got home, unless she had to go to work. Most of the time, she had to work after school; however, the day before she didn’t and she took the opportunity to finish it early.

After class was over, she walked to her locker, put in her combination code, and opened the door. She immediately saw a letter folded up in her locker. It was on notebook paper, and neatly placed.

She opened it, and saw it was someone declaring their love to her. She sighed. Sebastian was trying so hard.

But something at the end of the note made her cringe.

It was signed:

 Your dear stalker.

 

Do you want to confront Sebastian about it, or don’t confront Sebastian about it?

 

If you choose to confront Sebastian about it go,go to chapter named: 02

 or if you don’t confront Sebastian about it, go to chapter named: 03

02

 

02: If you chose to confront Sebastian about it

She started to feel extremely paranoid. She had to summon up the courage to ask Sebastian about it. She wanted to make sure. She just had to know.

Flower walked, feeling stressed out. She had to wait until she could find him again after classes.

Her worst fear came true. He found her first.

“Hey, Flower,” he amusingly smiled at her. She showed distress.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I found this note in my locker,” she said.

She handed him the note, feeling as if she was going to burst into tears at any second.

“This… This is strange,” he said, a confused look on his face.

She started to cry.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, trying to comfort her.

“I think you did it,” she said. “I mean, I just met you today, and then this showed up in my locker. Did you do it?”

His face went shocked. “I would never stalk you. I just want you to like me. I would never do this,” he defended.

She wasn’t convinced. He would have to prove it some way or another. She was so frightened. He could tell it was taking a toll on her.

She walked away. She had to go to work.

 

~

 

Dan noticed something was up with Flower. He asked, “Flower. You ok?”

He asked while they weren’t busy.

She shook her head no and said, “I found a note in my locker from a stalker.”

They were silent for some time. Then Dan said, “Maybe it was a joke. I don’t know. Kids can be cruel.”

Flower looked thoughtful. “I hope it is only a joke.”

Work went by with ease, getting Flower’s mind off the letter, and in better places. She left work in the dark. She took a cab, for it was far too dark to walk. What if he or she was watching? She didn’t want to take her chances.

When she returned home finally, she was exhausted. However, exhaust didn’t stop her from doing her homework.

Afterwards, she studied for a test coming up. She studied for both to maintain grades, and to get her mind out of the gutter about this stalker.

She did it for her future, and her well being.

She contemplated for a moment what to do next. She guessed she would talk to Sandy.

Flower walked out of her room in even more dread than before. Sandy was sitting in the living room on the couch. She looked at Flower and smiled. She said, “Hey, Flower. You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Flower sighed. “I found a note in my locker from a stalker,” she said, looking rather dreary.

Sandy instantly looked apologetically at Flower. “I’m sorry, Love. Maybe you should call the police.”

“They probably won’t do anything about it, unless whoever it is breaks in or something,” Flower said, looking helpless.

She would have to do it herself. But at least she had friends like Sandy to help her in her time of need. She would always love Sandy for that.

 

Do you want to thank Sandy or not say anything to Sandy

If you want to thank Sandy go to chapter named: 04

If you don't say anything to Sandy go to chapter named: 05

03

 

03: If you chose not to confront Sebastian about it

Flower didn’t want to confront Sebastian about the stalker situation because she wasn’t quite sure if he was the one who did it. She contemplated. She did not want to point fingers because he didn’t seem like a bad guy. She was ever so discrete in her actions after that incident. She made sure to not meet strangers. But she did find it kind of odd that she had just met Sebastian, and all of a sudden there was a strange note in her locker.

She wanted to find out everything she could about Sebastian.

She confronted him casually that day.

“You love me yet?” he joked, chuckling.

“I’d have to think about that,” she joked back, trying to make the situation lighter. She didn’t want him to know how scared she was.

“I’d have to get to know you better,” she smiled. She figured she