Stalker-1

Amber's pov: Frozen in my spot, I look over at Damien who had a look of confusion on his face. "What is that?" He questions, making me wince. Annabelle smirks as I glare up at her from my spot on the ground. I couldn't decide if I felt more scared, upset, or annoyed by her behavior. It may be all three. I knew that she was angry, but this is a whole new level of mean girl. I don't understand why she can't just leave us alone, especially Damien. She already put him through enough, at this point, it amazes me that she hasn't gotten the message. But seeing her standing here, with the journal in hand, makes me realize that she still believes that there is a way that Damien will forgive her. I don't know how she got it, and I don't know if I even WANT to know how she got it. I can't recall a time where she was close enough to me to even grab it. That's scary. But what's even scarier is the thought of her looking through it. By the looks of it, she definitely did… but I don't want to know how much of it she looked through. There is A LOT. And it's embarrassing. Liam was probably writing names for my great, great, great, great grandchildren by now, how do I explain that? Of course Liam is Liam and there really is no real explanation for anything he does, but still… I technically never stopped him. "Oh you don't know what this is? What about you Amber, do you recognize this?" She doesn't even try to hide her sickening grin as she shoves the journal in my face, causing a few of its sparkles to fall into my lap. Liam isn't going to be too happy about that. "I do." I wasn't going to lie, I've done too much of that already. Plus, all she has to do was open to the first page to see a page dedicated to its creator, Liam. If it has anything to do with Liam, I am obviously involved, we've only been best friends our whole lives. "Then why don't you tell him Amber? Tell him how long you've been obsessed with him like a creepy stalker!" "Oh I'M a creepy stalker? Says the one who somehow finds out about his family life and lies about it to try and ruin his relationship with his friends!" Her words spark some anger in me and I couldn't help but fight back and defend myself. Also, I would be lying if I said that deep down I wasn't still angry about her making Damien cry when she caused that argument between him and Luke. It takes skill to push my buttons and make me angry, and she has somehow done it. "Well it wasn't fair that you got to know about his sister when there are more people that care about Damien's well being." "Like you?" I couldn't help but laugh. Her hands ball up into fists, "Stop making me look crazy!" "You are making yourself look crazy, you are the one who approached us seeking Damien's attention. You haven't even been here for a month and you are already possessive over someone whom you barely know." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. It is quite concerning though, I don't even want to know what she may have been like to her past crushes. Maybe that's why she got expelled from her last school. "You know what, since you are acting like that I will just tell Damien about the journal myself!" She says, opening it up and proceeding to flip to a certain page. I look over at Damien as he places a hand on my thigh, giving me a look of 'are you okay?' Internally, I answered no, as I was practically shaking while asking myself what page she could possibly be looking for. I could just reach over and rip the journal out of her hands, but what good would that do? She already knows what's in it and he already knows about it. Finding the page she was looking for, she smiles to herself and flips the book towards us, and I can't stop myself from wincing. "This was dated six years ago." She smiles cheekily, pointing to the old picture that Liam took of Damien and I when we were in middle school. It was eleven year old me trying to hide my red checks while coincidentally standing next to a small looking Damien in the lunch line. In the right corner of the screen, Liam was holding a thumbs up. All in all, it wasn't hard to figure out that Liam took this photo with a purpose, to embarrass me and get a photo of his "dream couple." I look over to see Damien squinting his eyes while trying to get a clear view of the photo. I keep my eyes trained onto his face to try and figure out what he was thinking, but I was only met with a blank expression. After a few more seconds, he then leans back and says, "I remember that shirt, it was my favorite." I think both mine AND Annabelle's mouths drop from the unexpected response. "O-Okay, how about this!!" She proceeds to flip towards a couple more old photos, each one proceeding to get worse and worse as my crush on Damien throughout the years becomes more noticeable. But after each photo she shows him, Damien only comments on what he was wearing, or his memory of the day that the photo was taken. I didn't know whether to be happy that he was taking this better than what I expected, or afraid that he is actually hiding is true feelings and is starting to get a little freaked out. After about the sixth photo, Annabelle stomps her foot and crosses her arms over her chest, "Why are you acting like this!" "Acting like what?" Damien mocks, the corners of his mouth tugged upwards at her ticked off expression. "Does this not bother you? She has had this childish crush on you for years and pretended that she didn't even know who you were!"