Your "Kind Of" Stalker - Seventh Grade (Marc) (chapter 5) by Ramisha Asif
MARC
I walked into class and took my seat. I wasn’t a delinquent as most of my teachers liked to believe, I studied and kept my grades up.
I wanted a good future for myself and I wasn’t some idiot who would deny myself that luxury by avoiding school.
Mr. Belisle was assigning partners for the chemistry project. I just didn’t want to get paired with a chatty chick otherwise I had no preferences.
“Alright, and Marc you will be partnering up with Brielle for this project.”
This project would go smoothly. I ignored her expression and sat down. She finally plopped back down to Earth and turned the most adorable shade of red. I instantly found her cute. The class started to laugh at her and though I didn’t like it; I couldn’t help but softly chuckle at her expression.
We were both quiet at first. I talked a bit and realized she was more comfortable with discussing the project. I thought I had made a wise decision at first, but over the course of the project my opinion changed. We started spending so much time together; at least it had felt that way. I didn’t spent time with anyone but myself. My mental conversations had also suffered a rapid increase; almost always revolving around Brielle. Not after mom and dad.
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I was up all night tossing and turning. In the end I stayed up all night with Brielle-induced insomnia.
When third period, Chemistry, came around I was unreservedly hopeless. I kept grabbing at my hair throughout the morning and I probably had blood-shot eyes. By the end of the class we were the only ones left. I hated goodbyes; I couldn’t stay there any longer so I just got up and left. I unintentionally started to watch her and it came to a point where I needed to watch her, to stalker her. It felt as if she was one step ahead of me and at times she was so difficult to find.
Chapters
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
Chapter 2: TWO YEARS LATER
Chapter 3: Seventh Grade (Brielle)
Chapter 4: Present Day (Brielle)
Chapter 5: Seventh Grade (Marc)
I walked into class and took my seat. I wasn’t a delinquent as most of my teachers liked to believe, I studied and kept my grades up.
I wanted a good future for myself and I wasn’t some idiot who would deny myself that luxury by avoiding school.
Mr. Belisle was assigning partners for the chemistry project. I just didn’t want to get paired with a chatty chick otherwise I had no preferences.
“Alright, and Marc you will be partnering up with Brielle for this project.”
This project would go smoothly. I ignored her expression and sat down. She finally plopped back down to Earth and turned the most adorable shade of red. I instantly found her cute. The class started to laugh at her and though I didn’t like it; I couldn’t help but softly chuckle at her expression.
We were both quiet at first. I talked a bit and realized she was more comfortable with discussing the project. I thought I had made a wise decision at first, but over the course of the project my opinion changed. We started spending so much time together; at least it had felt that way. I didn’t spent time with anyone but myself. My mental conversations had also suffered a rapid increase; almost always revolving around Brielle. Not after mom and dad.
I was up all night tossing and turning. In the end I stayed up all night with Brielle-induced insomnia.
When third period, Chemistry, came around I was unreservedly hopeless. I kept grabbing at my hair throughout the morning and I probably had blood-shot eyes. By the end of the class we were the only ones left. I hated goodbyes; I couldn’t stay there any longer so I just got up and left. I unintentionally started to watch her and it came to a point where I needed to watch her, to stalker her. It felt as if she was one step ahead of me and at times she was so difficult to find.
Chapters
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
Chapter 2: TWO YEARS LATER
Chapter 3: Seventh Grade (Brielle)
Chapter 4: Present Day (Brielle)
Chapter 5: Seventh Grade (Marc)
