A/N: This chapter has two POVs.

UNKNOWN'S POV

I fell in love with a boy. Aquamarine eyes, kind smile and the sweetest of voices. I was too young to even know what love was back then. All I knew was that he made my stomach to swarm with butterflies whenever he was around. He made me smile even in my gloomiest of days. He is all I could fantasize about. He was my prince charming and I was his snow white.

I knew that he was the one. Someday I hoped that great poets and singers would sing about our immortal love.

Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same way about me. Only saw me as a friend. A sibling of some sort. It hurt knowing that he never saw me as something more. What hurt even more is that he fell in love with someone else. He fell in love with a boy.

Gavin Mileford.

It's a shame really because Gavin will never understand him like I do. He will never love him like I do. Gavin will never fully embrace him. Only I can do that. It's why I deserve to be with him. We are meant to be together forever. I am his missing rib. However he refuses to acknowledge my feelings. Treats me like I am some invisible fangirl.

But I have had enough. I am done sitting on the sidelines and waiting for him to come to me. I will go to him and make him mine. I will make him fall in love with me. He will think of only me. He will desire only me.

I can still get the happy ending that I deserve, with my Carl. My prince charming.

That noon I was lying on my bed, watching him on my laptop. The micro camera I had installed in Mr. Bunny's eye proved helpful. It captured everything going on in his room. In that moment, he was studying in his room. He looked engrossed in his studies. His intellect, is one of the things I love about him especially because his genius matches mine. I have always pictured us having little Einsteins and Newtons, in future.

Scooping a handful of popcorns from a white melamine bowl, I continued watching him. Watching him was so addictive, thrilling and relaxing at the same time. But watching him was simply not enough. I needed to be with him.

Shutting off the laptop, I scrambled out of bed and sauntered to my closet. I began sifting through the outfits, discarding most of them on the tiled floor. They looked childish and outdated. I finally settled for a burgundy skater dress that reached mid-thigh. My long slender legs were on display, making me feel a hundred times sexier. I fixed up the dress to ensure that my cleavage was peeking out. I need him to see what he's missing out on, the thought crossed my mind and a blush tainted my cheeks in return.

I applied some make up, making sure my eyeliner and lipstick stood out. I did my hair, curling the ends and making them appear wavier. Gazing at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was impressed by what I saw. He is going to go crazy when he sees me, a smile painted my lilac lips at the thought.

My gaze shifted to the photos on the bathroom wall, a few inches from the mirror. They were photos of him. I had taken them over the years and hang them on my wall as mementos. The photos made me feel closer to him in so many ways. Through them, I could touch him, kiss him and make love to him.

I plucked one of the photos from the wall. It was taken during his 17th birthday, a few months ago. In the photo, he was smiling while I was feeding him a piece of chocolate cake. I traced my manicured finger on the photo, a nostalgic smile spreading to my face. I brought the photo to my lips and placed a kiss on it. "You are mine. Even if you don't realize it yet." I addressed his image, planting another kiss on the photo.

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CARL'S POV

After cleaning the house and snooping around mom's stuff, I washed off the make up from my face and settled in bed to do my biology homework. It was an essay on metamorphosis process in a cockroach. I drafted the essay, consulting the internet and my biology text book on some occasions.

Suddenly, my mind drifted back to earlier when I had found a trunk in mom's closet. The contents of the trunk plagued my thoughts. Especially the photo and the guy in it. Emiliano Cortez who was also mom's brother.

Where is he now? And why has mom never told me about him? Why has she kept his belongings in a trunk? Could he be dead? And if he is alive, why hasn't he ever visited?

Questions raked my brain, devouring the serenity that initially resided there. Putting my assignment on hold, I decided to do some investigation. Sitting up in bed, I placed the laptop on my lap. I hastily typed his name and pressed the search button. A series of guys with the same name flooded my screen. I scrolled through the images, hoping to identify the guy I was looking for. But there was nothing on him. It's like, he didn't exist.

"Meow." Fluffles who was curled on the edge of my lap, meowed.

"I know, girl. This guy is a mystery." I addressed the feline, running my digits through her soft fur. She meowed in response while playfully tapping her paw on the keyboard.

Suddenly, the door-bell rang. "Really hope it's not Mrs. Cassidy again." I grumbled, while stepping out of bed. Mrs. Cassidy was the grumpy next door neighbor who loved stopping by our house to complain mostly. Earlier, she had stopped by to lament about the loud demonic music and asked me to turn it off. Not more than five minutes later, she came to ask for sugar because apparently she was out. I wonder what she wants now. I hope it's not to ask me if I have seen her dog which tends to get lost...a lot.

"Hello there." Standing on the front porch was not Mrs. Cassidy but...Melissa.

What is she doing here? I couldn't help but ponder as I examined her. She was clad in a really short burgundy dress and a pair of ankle heels. She looked like a queen bee out of a cliché high school movie.

"Hi." I mumbled, still not believing that she was standing on my porch.

"I was bored and alone at home because my mom's out shopping with your mom. So I decided to come visit. Are you gonna let me in?" She made a request, a warm smile tugging at her lilac lips.

"Of course. Come in." I moved aside, giving her entry into the house. Her heels clicked noisily against the tiled floor as she cat-walked in the house. I closed the door and followed her to the kitchen where she was already settling in. By all means, mi casa es su casa.

"Do you have food in this kitchen? I'm starving." She walked to the refrigerator which she opened almost immediately and started raiding it. "Aunt Lucia's chicken enchiladas. Jack pot!" She exclaimed, taking out the leftovers from a couple of nights ago and placing it in the oven. She took out a couple of plates and set them on the counter.

"How are you fairing on, Carl?" She directed the question at me.

"I am fairing on just fine." I replied, even though I was far from fine after she came here unannounced. There goes my peace of mind.

"I heard about the break up. I know that must have hurt." Of course my gossipy mother already informed Monica about the break up. And now Melissa knows. It's why she is here. To try and woo me. Why didn't I see it sooner?

"It hurt. But that's life. Shit happens." I sighed, bored of her and this conversation already.

"I want you to know that I am here if you wanna talk." She said.

"Thank you but I don't wanna talk about it." And I meant it. She is the last person I would want to talk to about my love life.

"Lunch is ready. Smells so good. Aunt Lucia really is the best chef." She hailed praises at my mom while taking the food from the oven and serving it in the plates. "I brought zinfandel. Don't tell my mom I raided her wine cabinet." She playfully stated while taking out a bottle of red wine from her bag.

"I don't really drink." I voiced out my opinion while she was pouring the wine in one of my mom's expensive glasses.

"It's just wine. Completely harmless." She convinced.

"No. Because I still have school work to do so I need to have a clear head." I protested.

"I understand." She smiled. "Let's eat then." She took a seat on the kitchen stool and started wolfing the food. She moaned, relishing the exquisite taste of the enchiladas. I sat there, staring at my food. I wasn't hungry. Maybe it's because of the heavy breakfast I had in the morning.

"What's wrong? Why are you not eating?" She sent a series of questions my way.

"Not hungry." I stated, gently pushing the plate of food aside.

"Remember that one time, we snuck to the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal left over birthday cake? Then your mom caught us red handed. Our faces were stuffed with cake. We looked like circus clowns. That was the best sleep over ever." She recalled a tale from our past. I couldn't stop a giggle from escaping my mouth.

"And that time when my mom caught us watching the erotic scene from Titanic." She laughingly added, taking me down the memory lane. Melissa was excited when we first watched that movie. Especially the part where Jack and Rose smash in the back seat of some old car model. Unfortunately, I wasn't excited by the scene. Didn't feel aroused by it or anything. I think that the only reason I watched the movie was because Leo DiCaprio was playing Jack. I thought he was hot.

"I miss those days. When it was just the two of us creating mischief and being kids. I miss us, Carl." She opened up then took a sip of her wine.

"Yeah. They were fun times." I delivered a comment.

"I wish we never grew up because so much changed." Her eyes were on me and for some reason I felt uncomfortable.

"Melissa, I have to go finish my homework." I stated, getting up from my seat.

"So soon? We haven't even finished talking." She lamented, getting up from her seat.

"There's nothing to talk about. If you want, you can watch TV or something." I blurted.

"I came here to talk to you. To spend time with you like old times." She was walking towards me, hurt flashing on her make up infested face.

"I'm sorry that you came all this way for that but like I said, I have things to do and I am not in the mood to talk." I finalized then started walking away. Suddenly, I felt a painful sting on the side of my neck.

"I tried playing nice but you had to be rude. I have tolerated your nasty attitude for a really long time but not anymore." She said, menace lingering in her voice. She stepped in front of me, blocking my path. Pain shot from the sting on my neck as dizziness started taking over. I stumbled back, my legs giving out.

"What is happening to me? What did you do?" I stuttered, stupefied as dizziness seduced me.

"Don't worry, it's just a little drug I injected in your system. It's non-lethal." A malicious smile dangling on her lips, she stated.

I was freaking out at this point but was too helpless to run or do anything. My legs eventually gave out but before I could fall, she caught me. Wrapping her arm around my waist. "I got you, my prince charming." I heard her say, as my consciousness faded into an abyss of darkness. Last thing I heard was her whisper, "Let's get you to bed."

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A/N

Turns out the creepy stalker is non other than Melissa. Who would have thought?  What do you think of the chapter in general? And what do you think is gonna happen next? Read on to find out.