I Stalked A Psychopath

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Chapter 3

Alissa couldn’t believe her luck, she felt as if the heavens had heard her prayer and she was finally answered. She couldn’t believe how much better looking he looked up close. She had never been so happy to be bumped into and spilled smoothie by someone. If it was someone else, she wouldn’t be as pleased as she was right now. She restrained herself from touching him. She wanted to check if he was real, that this wasn’t a hallucination.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching her face.

“Yes.” She stammered.

“Let me get you another one.” As he motioned her back to the store. He held the door open for her and she went and sat by the booth. He came back after sending in the order and he handed her tissues. Alissa wiped herself.

He sat across her and he took out his phone. He started to type, and Alissa stared at him. He looked way better up close. She couldn’t believe that he was right there and within reach. As if sensing her gaze, he looks up and he stares right back at her. He doesn’t blink, and Alissa looks away.

She looks up again and he is still staring at her.

She takes a leap of faith, “What is your name?”

He tilts his head with amusement. “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Just for interest’s sake.” She replies.

Their order number is called up and he goes and fetches it. Alissa realizes that she is the envy of many because of him.

He comes back with a smoothie and food. He also has a bag for himself.

“I only had ordered a smoothie. I didn’t have any food.” She says. Confused as to why he had bought her food and not just the smoothie.

“I know but it looks like you need it.” He replies.

Alissa blushes, she knew she didn’t look her greatest. When she wants to take the package and leave. He stops her.

“Sit.” He says.

Alissa sits down, and she adjusts her glasses.

“You will eat where I can see you.” As his eyes have a strong intensity in them.

She opens the food and she takes a bite.

“How is it?” he asks.

“It’s great,” she replies.

“That’s good.” As he starts to eat his food.

“Do you come here often?” Alissa asks.

“Once in a while when I am craving a good old sandwich.” As he motions for her to carry on eating. Which she does.

“Where do you go then? If not here?” Alissa asks.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement. “I usually go out at night. I go to clubs.”
She nods, “Which clubs?”
“Clubs that you can’t handle.” His eyes held something daring.

What did he mean by that? She put it in the back of her head. She wanted to ask him more but the questions where stuck in her throat. She would feel like she was now just prying in his business. She keeps on stealing glances at him.

They finish their food and they get up. They walk out the door before he gets in his car, she calls out to him.

“You didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Aron.” And with that, he gets into his red Mustang. He drives off and Alissa knows that she will never be able to let him go. She had never wanted someone in her life as she wanted him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, but she didn’t know how she would get him

She would have to find him at this club. She had taken note of his number plates and she would have to find him now that she had his name.

It was a good thing that he didn’t know her name, so when something went wrong, she could easily avoid it.

Alissa went back to her dorm so that she could devise a plan on how to see him again. She opened her laptop and she searched for Aron but found nothing. She needed to come up with a plan and she closed her laptop. She knew what she would do tomorrow, it was very risky, but she had to see him, and this was the only way she knew how.

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