Speed walking into the school, I go up to my locker, swiftly entering the code. After stuffing my belongings into it, I close the door, seeing Blake standing behind it again like he did yesterday. He smiles at me, warming my heart. I smile back, not afraid to show it even though I hate my smile. I almost forget about my stalker, but the fear of it still sits in me.

Leaning against the locker, I greet Blake, "Good morning."

"Morning Stacy." His smile gets bigger when he says my name. "I was wondering if you wanted to, um, go out with me tonight? Only if you're not busy though." he asks nervously.

"You mean... on a date?" I press.

"If you want it to be."

"I'd love to!" I reply swiftly as the morning bell rings. I walk away from Blake and my locker, turning to sneak a quick smile at him before I turn down the hall to my class. Sitting down, my thoughts start running about every single detail.

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Blake told me he'd pick me up at 5, so I had a little less then two hours to get ready before then. Going through the normal girl's routine for getting ready to go out, I find a floral dress that cuts off a little above my knees, wearing a pair of black flats for shoes. My make-up doesn't take me that long to do since I don't like to over-do it. I paint on some cover-up here and there, putting on gold eyeshadow, mascara, and a nude lipstick to top it off. I don't even bother with eyeliner because I know that I'll just have to redo it too many times for my liking. Taking a look in the mirror, I feel that my face looks good enough, so I spend my extra time on homework.

The doorbell rings at exactly 5. I've been ready for an hour, but i take one more look in the mirror before I answer. Blake is standing at the door wearing a red flannel and tan jeans with maroon converse.

"Is my outfit ok?" he asks, "I don't go on many dates so I had no clue what to wear."

"Yes, it's fine," I chuckle. Blake offers his hand and I take it, walking up to his car and getting in to the passenger seat.

"So, where are you taking me?" Blake starts the car and drives away from my house.

"Well I'm gonna take you for dinner first, but where," he replies as we turn onto a busy street, "has to be a surprise. And after I'm going to show you one of my favourite places in the city."

I smile. "Sounds like a good plan."

A few minutes later, Blake parks in front of a pizza parlour. I raise my eyebrow at him. "This is your idea of a date?"

"Why not?" Blake states. "I've heard they have the best pizza in the city here."

I stare at him. "And where'd you hear that? The internet?" I remark.

"Of course. It's not like I have any other friends who'll tell me the best place to have pizza," he laughs.

Getting out of the car, Blake walks over to the passenger side and opens the door. "Thank you sir," I say as I slip out of my seat. Wind passes over my skin giving my bare legs goosebumps, yet the mildly warm air takes them away. The sky has touches of dark blue and purple coming from the horizon on the east. Some may say it's a perfect night for being outside and watching the day turn to night.

We walk into the pizza parlour. I tell Blake that I'm ok with cheese pizza, so he orders. Barely 5 minutes have passed by the time a large dish of 15 inch cheese pizza is placed on the table. I grab a piece and marvel at all the melted cheese piled atop the tomato sauce and crust.

"This is a lot of pizza!" I guffaw at the large plate in front of us.

"We can save it for later," Blake promises, then takes a bite off of his slice.

The pizza has three measly slices left once both Blake and I are too full to even look at food. Blake gets up from his seat and walks over to me, offering his hand.

"Time for the second part of the date," he tells me as I slip out from my seat. I open my mouth to ask him a question, but he cuts me off. "And, yet again, our destination is a secret.

"Fine, but it'd better be somewhere nice!" We walk to Blake's car and I get back into the passenger spot. The sky has gotten much darker since we went into the parlour, making the fading colours even more defined. The car rumbles to a start and Blake drives me off to another unknown location. I stare out the window to look at the sky and passing houses most of the 10 minute drive. As we come to a stop on top of a hill, I understand why Blake chose this spot for a date. With no extra light around from street lights or houses, the sky is completely natural with it's hand-made colours of dark blues and purples and bright pinks and oranges, and silhouettes of trees and other vegetation give a painted picture style to the scenery. I lean back in my seat and smile.

"This is stunning." I turn my head and look at Blake, my grin even wider. He looks at me through the dark and I can faintly see him smile back. A warm tingling sense crawls up my spine. It's not one of fear or chills, but a different feeling. A pull towards Blake. I've never felt this feeling before, but I think I know what it is. I think it's love. I lean closer to Blake, but keep my eyes open long enough to see that he's leaning in as well. I put both my hands on the cup holder to keep me steady and bring my face closer and closer until I can feel Blake's breath on my lips. I've never felt so close, so pulled to a person. But then he backs away.

"I'm sorry Stacy," he looks down, "I can't do this."

Looking down at my lap, I reply, flustered. "No, no. It's fine."

"And I'm sorry for this." I look up to see Blake focused in concentration on something behind me. A baseball bat floats from the back seat as I turn to see what he's focusing on. I turn back to him, my heart racing and dread filling my eyes.

"Wh-what is this? Some kind of sick trap?" I stutter. Blake creases his eyebrows up into worry, but doesn't say anything. I turn back to the bat and try to gain control over it, making the bat hover in mid-air I struggle to grab it. I can tell Blake is winning the control, so I reach out with my hands and grasp it, trying to hold it away from me. But with all of his power, he unravels my hands and places them beside me with his telekinesis. As a last resort, I start screaming, yells of help escaping from my throat until it becomes raspy and too hard to make loud sounds anymore. I stare pleadingly at Blake.

"Please don't do this. Please don't hurt me, don't do anything to me. I'm begging you," I cry, my voice gruff.

"I won't hurt you. But I have to do this. I'm sorry Stacy." And with that, I feel a pain strike through the back of my head and my vision blurs to darkness as my head falls forward to my chest and I pass out, Blake's voice apologizing for what he had done, with more then a tinge of sadness in it.