Hi, guys I finally started editing IWY only because I have a little writer's block right now and I think editing the old chapters may help me get out of it. I hope you guys think IWY chap. 1 is better now and get's better after the upcoming revisions. Once again thank you reading and your continued support to my first work on wattpad. Hope you guys enjoy
Katherine's POV
"Melanie come."
Just now Melanie knocked to enter my office. She's a smart girl with blonde hair and pale blue eyes, who is extremely shy.
Melanie never talks to anyone unless spoken to first. She's been like this since I first met her.
"How can I help you today Melanie?"
She sits in the chair front my desk.
"I wanted to know if I can start taking AP classes next semester?"
Melanie's soft voice makes it so I have to listen extra careful to hear her.
On the right where I sit is two draws. I open the first one where I've already put her file earlier after lunch. The Manila folder sat on top of some random stuff like paper clips, boxes of staples, post its, etc. On the left corner in my bold handwriting is, Melanie Pratt.
Taking the folder out the draw I open it, flipping through until I land on the current transcript. Melanie is a sophomore at James Monroe high school where I work as the guidance counselor. I look at her GPA and see a 95.68 as the cumulative average. She has all A's from freshman year. Her lowest grade is a 90 in physical education.
No reason why Melanie couldn't start AP classes next semester.
My eyes glance up at Melanie's face as she nervously fidgets in her seat.
"Yes, you can. Do you already know which AP courses you want to add to your schedule?"
She shook her head looking down to her lap.
"I don't. But could you tell me the ones offered next semester."
I quickly open the second draw beneath the first where I keep stuff like that.
Searching through my flyers coming upon the one with AP classes for the spring 2019 semester.
"Let me make a copy for you."
I went over to the copy machine and make a few copies just in case another student asked for it later. Handing the paper to Melanie.
"Was there anything else you wanted me to help with?"
She nods a no.
"Okay let me know by next week which ones you want to take so I can start working on your schedule. I suggest you started with maybe one or two to see what you can manage. Then next fall we can add more if it's not too much on your plate."
"Thank you, Ms. White. I'll see you next week with my choices."
Melanie left my office with a smile on her face. She likes school and loves to learn so I know she's happy.
Just as I go back to my desk my phone beeps in a new message. It's from my best friend Victoria, Tori. She asked if I'm still coming to the reunion dinner tonight with our group of friends from university.
It's been something she's planned since last year. Tori and I last saw the girls two years ago at my graduate school graduation. Since Tori is my best friend we've stayed in touch but I haven't seen Jasmine and Tatiana since then.
Tonight all four of us are meeting up for dinner to catch up. I couldn't wait to talk to Jasmine and Tatiana about what's been going on in their lives since I last saw them.
I sent Tori yes I'm still coming. She responded okay see you later.
I went about organizing all my files in the file cabinet. One could never be too neat with my job description. When the day finally ends I leave locking the door and heading down the long hallway. There weren't too many students around since school was over two hours ago.
Heading to the stairwell that leads to the staff parking lot. I head home to get ready for dinner with my friends. Pushing out the heavy metal door I made sure to look around the vicinity just in case Mr. Stalker is here watching me again.
About two weeks ago I first saw him one morning when I came out of my apartment. He was standing next to an expensive looking car a block away from my building. At first, I didn't think anything of it. But when he started showing up around wherever I went, I knew it was serious.
I really need to get a restraining order against him.
Looking left then right I saw the area is clear. No sign of Mr. Stalker. I walked over to my simple silver Nissan. Unlocking the door then climbing in. I set my purse on the passenger seat then put on the seatbelt. Driving out the parking lot I venture on the short distance to my apartment building.
When I get there I parked in an empty spot. Grabbing my purse, locking the car and walking towards the front entrance. Inside is quiet as I walk to the elevator. Pressing the bottom to call it to the first floor, a ding sounds and the doors slide over to one side. Entering the elevator I press 5. It ascends up until stopping on the right floor.
Down the way to my room, I thought about what I might wear to the dinner. Maybe a simple black dress.
When I reach in front of 511 my keys open the door with ease and I enter my home. Hanging my coat on the rack then I leave my purse on the table going towards the bathroom. This one bedroom, bath and living room, and kitchen is the perfect size for just me. I start undressing then put my thick curly hair into a loose pineapple so it doesn't get wet.
Hopping into the bathtub I pull the shower curtain a flowery design closed. Next, I turn on the hot water then a little cold so it's nice and warm against my skin. Winter is right around the corner so hot showers are a must. I lather up with some dove vanilla coconut body wash on a washcloth and scrub the dirt from the day off my skin.
Once I'm good it rinses away. Looking down the white foam runs to the drain until all that's left is clear water going down. Clean I step out and grab my towel off the rack on the wall beside the shower. Its soft fluffiness felt great on my skin. Going by the sink I wash my face real quick before going into my bedroom.
I grab the lubriderm off the dresser and begin moisturizing my entire body. Then I look for underwear putting on a black lace matching pair. Going over to the wardrobe I search through my clothes. After looking I decide on a simple black dress that hugs my body like a second skin. It has a mesh covering my chest area.
I pair it with black sandals. Then doing some light makeup of eyeliner and lipstick for some color. My hair is then undone and I brush through it leaving it curls hanging down my back. I'm ready to go so I go grab my phone seeing it's eight. Our reservation is at eight thirty so I head out now so I can arrive on time.
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The restaurant has no available parking space left so I have to park at a Mac Donald's a little way down. I'm walking the half a block down to the restaurant.
Out of nowhere, Mr. Stalker appears before me. When I first saw him watching me he wasn't close enough for me to make out his features. But up close I see a tall man at 6'4 maybe 6'5. I have to pear up as if looking to the sky to meet his eyes which are bright green.
They exuded a freshness like wet leaf's in a forest after rain. His face is carved so sharp I felt his jawline alone could cut me if I look too close. Mr. Stalker has thick brown hair long on top slightly wavy with a few strands falling into his face.
His lips are so pink they scream kissable. As I take him in from head to toe an impressive amount of hard muscle juts out at me from the suit he's wearing. He's pure muscle. His chest is so wide and legs powerful.
Are stalkers usually this good looking?
He's by far the sexiest most beautiful man I've ever seen. Just when I thought my state of mind couldn't get any more shaken, Mr. Stalker reaches to tuck a curl behind my ear. My skin where he touched seems to tingle as if I got zapped by lightning. Tingles feeling so delectable run down my body.
From only one gesture I feel affected by him.
What is he doing to me? Why does it feel so right when it should feel wrong.
Katherine snaps out of it he's Mr. stalker.
I mentally nudge myself out the trance he seems to have put on me and turn to walk away. I feel his hand holding my wrist in place stopping my exit.
Is this the part where I get kidnapped?
"Katherine I'm not here to kidnap you."
I said that out loud.
If he's not then what is he here for?
"To ask you out to dinner."
Sh*t I did it again.
But dinner why me.
"Katherine please have dinner with me."
"No, I can't."
Wait how does he know my name.
"How do you know my name?" I voiced my question out loud. Probably because he's a stalker, duh. Said the little voice in my head.
"Because we've met before." Mr. Stalker says interrupting my thoughts.
I've never met him before.
He's lying.
"We've never met before aside from you stalking me," I tell him.
"I wasn't stalking you and we have met before."
His voice is deep and sultry sounding to my ears. He's standing closer now and I smell his intoxicating scent of AXE and green apples. How I'm certain he smells like green apples, is beyond me. But something inside me knew for a fact that's what it is. I try to back away so I don't try to sniff him to inhale his wonderful smell.
That would be weird and even harder to explain.
"Why should I go to dinner with you? I don't even know your name and you could be a crazy psychopath Stalker who wants to hurt me."
Mr. Stalker didn't appear put off by what I'd just said. If anything it seems to motivate him more. From the smirk on his kissable lips.
"My name is Nicholas Pearson. I'm not a psychopath and I'm not a stalker. Just go to dinner with me and I promise this will all make sense once I explain everything."
Nicholas sounded desperate now.
His green eyes begging me to say yes.
Something about looking into their depts felt oddly familiar like I've done this before. His eyes seem to pull me in by their deep shade of green calling out to something inside me. I get open to the idea.
Should I go to dinner with him? Maybe he's telling the truth. Or maybe he's a really good liar the little voice suggests. But what if he's telling the truth. What if we've really have met before? Don't you want to know why there's this sense of familiarity when you look at Nicholas?
I am literally talking to myself in my head. The weirdness of the whole thing must be making me crazy. Like if I met such a sexy man before, wouldn't I remember meeting him. His face is one that seems hard to forget. Men like him were the first love you'd alway remember. The ones who forever stay with you even after you find love again.
Maybe I should go. Someone as good looking as him may never ask me out again.
With my mind made up I look up into his eyes. Looking at them made me feel like I've seen them before.
I should find out why.
"I'll go with you. Nicholas, please don't let me regret it."
Flashback Before Revision
Closing my apartment door I leave for work and take the elevator down to the first floor. Walking out the entrance of the apartment complex I see a man looking at me wearing sunglasses across the street two blocks down. That's weird why is he looking at me, he doesn't look like anyone I know.
He's not close enough for me to make out his features to confirm whether I'm right or not. Looking around there is no one else I could have mistaken he's staring at instead of me. It's in the early morning most people are already at work or now on their way. My job allows me to leave a little later than the morning shift at nine.
A few days later I saw him again. One day when I was leaving work later than normal. He was standing next to a sleek expensive foreign car. Once again wearing sunglasses covering his eyes.
Who is he? Why is he here again watching me?
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