Hunter suddenly picked me up and slung me over his back.

RIGHT? What happened to keeping your head down Freya?! Now crazy stalker guy is carrying you through his house. 

Wait. Annnnd.... we're going through his house. Goooooood. *insert eye roll*

"Where are we going?" I say trying to hold myself up against his back so he could hear me. 

"My room" he said in a rough voice. 

I just decided not to say anything. After hitting his back for about thirty seconds I had pretty much given up.

If I die no one can have my duck stuffed animal. 

It goes in the grave with me....

ha. 

I get brought back to reality when I am thrown on to a sofa in assumingly Hunter's room. Looking around it seemed a lot different than you would think. It was super fancy for a teenage boy, no posters, no video games strung across the floor. He seemed like an actual respectable person. Weird. 

"Talk. Now." I say locking eyes with him as he sits across from me on his bed. 

"Our parents were friends..." He said trailing off quite a bit. 

"Okay... and?" 

"and... I've known you for fifteen years.." he said quietly as my eyes widened.

Ya'll. Hold. The. Phone 

"What?!" I basically scream.

"I guess you really could call me your stalker, love" He said slightly chuckling. Whichhh may I add was adorable as f*ck. 

" I used to live near you. Our parents worked together very closely on projects. I was even at their funeral. When there was office dinners I would go and see you. See this little girl that looked just like her parents always smiling like she was the happiest person in the world. We were actually in the same grade and class most of elementary. Even in middle school I had a few classes with you. I can assume I look familiar to you. When you moved I was upset that I wouldn't get to see you anymore. See your adorable smile in the halls...."

Me internally- ?!?!?!??

Hunter slowly put his hand through his hair with nervousness and stress obviously building up in his position. 

"After you moved I went to my parents and tried to figure out as much about you as I could. Then the rest I pieced together myself. I wasn't sure about a lot of it... but to the looks of things I'm unfortunately pretty accurate." 

This was all too much. I knew I knew him from somewhere! That means he knew my parents? Why would he go through all that trouble just to figure things out about me? I'm no one. I don't matter. Those texts. Those were from him.

smh

In this awkward moment of him looking at me pleading me with his eyes to say something all I could say was. 

"I remember you" 

"That's all" he said in an annoyed voice. 

"ummm.... yes?" I said felling all too uncomfortable in this situation. What am I supposed to say??

Oh yeah. You're a creep for stalking me for 15 years... I'm going to the police... never talk to me again...? 

I mean. Does't sound like a horriblllle idea. 

"So after I literally just told you I'm your actual stalker that's all you have to say?" he says with a almost relieved laugh. 

"Well... I also have homework so if you could take me home now that'd be cool."

 I say under my breathe. I would rather avoid another tantrum from him, including being brought up flights of stairs over some guys shoulder. 

"Oh yeah" he says literally tripping over himself standing up trying to become stable. 

"Y-...Yeah let's get you to those books" He says now at the door looking at me with the most nervous/biggest smile I think I have ever seen. faker.

                                                     .                         .                         .

As we pull into my drive way he looks over at me. 

He doesn't have his hood on now which is reminding me of us when we were little. It give me a happy feeling inside knowing he is in my life again. Though I don't truly remember him... he just gives off this vibe that makes me trust him. 

Right before I go to get out I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Wilson" he said giving me an all too charming smirk.

                                 "Save my number"