Goodbye to Sandra DeeBiting her lip, she stepped away from the car. Without turning back to say one final goodbye she walked back to her dorm.
It ran through her head like an action replay of any sports event.
Asking her to go to dinner with him obviously wasnt as innocent as it seemed, although she thought it way out of proportion.
She was not used to being asked out on a date, or being pursued by someone she didnt know personally.
Ill miss you. He was serious when he said it and it scared her.
She wasnt sure what to do. He wasnt rushing into things. He really liked her. She didnt want to crush his heart because she liked him too, though she wanted to know more about him other than hes a sweetheart and funny.
Still replaying the scene over and over in her head she started biting her lip again: He leaned over and kissed her cautiously on the lips. She kissed him back, thinking that no harm could be done of it.
I do not have sexual tens
Facebook StalkerIm not your typical stalker
Do I look like a stalker to you?
Im not even sketchy looking!
My hair is straight
I wear decent clothes
And I am not a creep
I dont hide in bushes
Or look through windows
And watch you walk to class
Noticing how you carry your backpack on one shoulder
Balancing coffee in one hand and your cigarette or cell phone in the other
Walking slow enough as if your mind is wandering
I wonder what youre thinking about
Are you thinking about me?
But I would never notice that!
I am not a stalker!
I am what you call Crafty
I find out what youre doing through my friends
Or read your feed on Facebook
Who doesnt do that?
But does that make me a stalker?
I know a lot of people like that!
Its your own fault
If you dont want people to know what youre doing, dont publish it on your feed!
Im only curious
I want to be your friend
In order to do so I must find out what you like,
What you do