I'm surprised Star hasn't said anything, but I have a stalker. A "lax" stalker is what she called him.
At first it was sweet. He would walk me to my car and such. And then when he started wanting to hang out all the time I kept blowing him off, hoping he would get the hint. He didn't So...on Monday, Star and I decided to ditch Latin and I saw her with one of our HS friends down in the smokers area (they don't smoke, just fyi), so instead of taking my usual route to my truck, with said stalker in tow, I decided to take the stairs to see what they were talking about.
So, it ended up that we spent about 45 minutes reliving our high school days, talking about things that said stalker had never been included in. He got bored pretty quick. I noticed him checking his watch every couple minutes and the look on his face read clearly "kill me now", so I wasn't sure why he didn't take off.
He stayed diligently by my side the whole time. I was a little annoyed.
Whatever, life goes on, right?
So tonight, I wasn't sure if Star was planning on skipping Latin again or not, so I went to look for her in the library. The stalker followed me. And when she wasn't at our usual table, I told him that I needed to use the restroom and then I'd finish looking for Star, praying to God that he'd get it this time. Nope. He followed me...TO THE BATHROOM!!!
He used the "I have to go, too" excuse. Right.
So anyway, apparently 4 minutes is too long to pee and wash my hands. He was looking for me when I got out. And then we ran into G & T, our high school friends, and then another buddy of mine, Graham, showed up, so we got to talking again. Stalker, who I will refer to as Jack (as in, Jack Jordan), was attached to my hip yet again.
Anyway, Star and I had to bolt pretty quickly, as to not get caught by someone in our class lol So we told our friends goodbye and left. Jack followed. So anyway, he walked me to my car, as per our usual agreement (when this agreement took place, I have yet to figure out) and said "So, will you actually call me this weekend?"
"You can call me too you know," I said abruptly.
"Well last time I called, you yelled at me and made me cry," he said. I never did that. Yes, he's one of THOSE types...
"You can call me."
"Okay, I'll do that then."
I'm starting to get really pissed. He doesn't seem to get the subtle hints I keep dropping. The words "subtle hint" the size of a blimp, could literally fall out of the sky and land on his head and he WOULD NOT GET IT.
Oh, and I suppose I should mention that Jack has liked me since we were in 7th grade. So, yeah, that's going on 7 years now lol. Not so endearing once you think about it.
Get a hobby, man.