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“Marcy what time is it?” I asked for the third time, but she continued talking over me.

“—she was just so clueless you know? Like everything I told her just went right through her sku—“

“Marcy! What time is it?” I screamed on the top of my lungs, making the car swerve. We both screamed, as she tried to take control of the car, on the wet road. I gripped my car seat, and quickly buckled my seat belt. The car came seemed to speed up, as she tried to slam on the breaks.

A man appeared if front of the car, with a hooded sweatshirt over his head.

“Marcy stop the—“

The car slammed into him, and he rolled over the hood. Marcy slammed on the breaks, gasping for air. We stared at the wind shield wipers, and watched the rain hit the windshield.I let out a shaky breath, and turned my head around to look out the back windshield. He’s facing away from us, in an awkward position.“Oh my God! Is he dead? I killed him! I killed him!” Marcy yelled in panic, and started to cry. I tore her arm off of me, and opened the car door. She grabbed my arm again, “don’t go out there! What if he’s a zombie?”

I gave her a ‘are- you- freaking- serious?’ look and stepped out of the car into the night. Rain poured down on my t-shirt and jeans, and I pushed my hair out of my eyes. I slammed the door shut, and walked towards the guy in the hood. He’s clutching his stomach, facing away from me. “S-sir, are you ok?” I asked quietly, taking a step closer.

He groaned loudly, and rolled over onto his back, “Oh the agony!” His deep voice yelled out.

“What’s bothering you?”

“The pain!” He threw his arm up in exasperation, and tilted his head to me.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” I asked, taking another step closer.

I reached the end of the car, only twenty feet away from him, “No, I think I’m good. At least you didn’t hit me at seventy miles with a pointy car,” he motioned to the car with a hand, “because that would of fucking hurt...oh wait you did.” He jumped up onto his feet, and faced me, stretching his hands over his head and leaning backwards. “Now I’m going to have to make your death even more painful,” he told me with a chuckle. A scythe appeared in his hand, and he twirled it around so the blade made a circle.

Oh my God not him again.

“Hope you’re car speeds up fast, cupcake.”

“Why are you following me?” I screamed over the rain.

“I’ll make you a deal Hope. I’ll give you twenty seconds to get away from me, since you’re shirt is see through,” he shouted, with a dark snicker.

I looked down at myself, and then frowned at him. He sliced the air with the blade, and put it over his shoulder. He took two steps closer to me, “One…two…”

I screamed, and ran to the passenger door, trying to open it. Marcy locked the doors. I banged on the window, and looked at the guy in the sweatshirt. He has his wrist to his eyes, and water is pouring off his hood. He took three more steps, “seven…eight…nine,” he screamed over the continuing rain.

“Marcy, open the damn door!” I screamed at her, she screamed back, and started pressing buttons in the car in panic.

The doors clicked open, and I slammed it shut. “Floor it!”

She looked at me, eyes wide, “What why—“

“There’s a freaking Zombie behind us and he wants’ to eat you!” I lied, making her scream again. She pressed her foot on the gas and the car sped down the road. I looked in the rear view mirror, to see him gone.

She turned to me quickly, “What are you talking about? He might need help!”

“Just keep driving!”

I sat back on the seat, and wiped the water off my forehead.

Keep it cool Faith, keep it cool.

“Marcy, I recently had an intruder at my house, and I threw a cookie at him. He caught it, and then later I think he stole the whole cookie container to drive me crazy. He was then at the pumpkin patch the next day, and on the haunted hayride with us. We went into the corn maze and this clown tried to rape me. I have reason to believe he stabbed the clown, because he put a fist to his chest when we were leaving the parking lot. He was the cashier, and the Grim Reaper in the display window at the Halloween store, and I think he tried to strangle me in the changing booth. I’m pretty sure he’s following me, and now he wants’ my death to be painful because we just ran him over in your pointy car going seventy miles per hour,” I blurted out taking a deep breath of air afterwards, “Phew, glad to get that off my chest.”

Marcy leaned an elbow against the window, and turned the radio station on.

“You need to stop watching so much TV, “she mumbled, looking at the radio, “and by the way its 7:15.”

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“Why would I lie to you?" I questioned angrily, as we moved up in the line. We stopped at Manuel’s Tacos on the way to my house, because I started to get hungry.

“I’m trying to soak it all in Faith, I really am. But you sound crazy!”

“What can I get you today?” A tall, blond haired guy asked. He smiled at me, showing amazingly cute dimples.

I blushed, and returned the smile, “I’ll have a—“

“Drew! We need you in the back, someone didn’t clean the grill!” A man yelled, making the blond hair guy turn around towards the person.

He whirled around and smiled, “Sorry I’ll find someone else to help you,” he jogged down to the man who yelled, showing a nice butt.

Marcy elbowed me, “Oh my God that guy was so—“

“Hey, what can I get you?” A small girl interrupted.

“Hi, can I have three beef tacos, and a small nacho.”

“And I’ll have a taco salad, no sour cream, and a water bottle,” Marcy spoke afterwards.

She pressed some buttons on the cashier, “That will be twenty eight, thirty two,” I handed her thirty dollars, and she gave me the change.

Marcy and I split the cost, then walked to the soda station. I put some of each soda into my large cup, and put a little ice. Marcy made a face.

“What?” I asked her, sipping my soda.

She laughed at took it from me, taking a sip, “Why is that so good?”

“I don’t know, I’m just a genius like that.”

“Three beef tacos, and a small nacho!” A girl’s voice rang.

I hurried to the counter and grabbed my meal, “I’ll find us a table!” I shouted across the room to Marcy. She waved her hand, and waited by the counter.

I found a table by the entrance, and sat down in the booth. I took a taco off of the tray, and took a bite out of it. Why are these so good! I took another bite, and glanced out the window.

A man is leaning against the window, wearing leather jacket and dark pants. He took a drag of a cigarette and threw it to the ground. Faith calm down, it’s not the same guy. I took another bite of my taco, and looked at Marcy by the counter, then back at the guy. His hooded face is right against the glass. “Oh shit!” I shouted, feeling the food get stuck in my throat. I tried coughing it up, making it get more suck. I waved my arms out, and starting banging against the table, but nobody seems to care.

My vision started to blacken, and I my body begged for oxygen. A sudden hard smack to my chest made the food go down my throat. I gasped for air. “Oh my God are you ok?” Marcy screamed, handing my drink to me. I leaned against the booth, rubbing my neck.

I leaned against the window sipping my drink, with my eyes shut, “Peachy.”

“Thank you so much for helping her! I really thought she was going to die!” Marcy said amorously.

Amorously?

My eyes suddenly opened wide, to see a man with a black leather jacket, and a hood up, sitting next to me in the booth, “No problem, always here to help,” his deep voice mumbled. I stared at his jacket, and blindly handed Marcy my cup.

“Marcy, can you fill this up for me?” I asked, waiting impatiently for her to grab it.

She grabbed the cup from my hands, “but it’s such a long line!” She whined.

That's the point.

I gave her a death glare, and she quickly walked away.

The guy leaned on the table on his elbow, facing me. I squinted to try and look at his face, but there’s literally no light on his face. I leaned in and frowned, then tried to look at him at a different angle. He just stayed still, probably wearing a 'what -the- hell -are- you- doing' look.

“Don’t bother, you won’t see my face.”

I looked over at Marcy, who has her arms crossed and looks pissed off. I waved at her, and she held my empty cup up with a scowl on her face.

“Why are you following me?” I blurted.

He took one of my tacos off the tray, undid the foil, then took a bite of it. When he put it back on the tray my jaw dropped. It’s literally all gone. “Holy crap what is there a black hole under there?” I commented sarcastically, shoving the tray to him, “just finish eating it I don’t want it anymore.”

I pressed at my belly, getting a hit of nausea. I really just hate my stomach.

“I’m hungry,” he explained, with a mouth full of food. He lifted the taco up to his hood again, and finished it off.

Really, I didn't even notice.

“Why are you following me?” I repeated more anger in voice. I keep getting distracted....

Marcy came back, and placed me drink in front of me, “.I have to use the bathroom, so I’ll be right back.”

I nodded my head, and looked at the guy for an answer to my question.

“Why do you think?” He retorted, reaching over to grab my drink. His fingers have some kind of black lines that reach up to his fingertips.

I gasped a little, and his hand away quickly with my drink, “It’s just a tattoo,” he growled, taking a long gulp of my drink, I pulled it away and shook it, “what the hell is this shit.”

“It’s every soda they have.” I replied.

He started drinking it again, until I could hear the emptiness of the cups. He slammed the cup on the table, and put his arm up on the booth behind me head.

I leaned away from him, “Tell me why you are here; I’m not going to ask again. You’ve been following me, and it’s getting weird.”The guy burped loudly in response, and I waved my hand in front of me, “That’s it, out of the booth!” I yelled, motioning for him to leave. I got up, and kneeled on my seat trying to be taller than him.

He lazily swung his long legs out and stood up to his full height, then loomed down at me, “Just so you know, you’re number one on my priority list, so I wouldn’t tell anyone else about me. You’re lucky your friend is a retard and doesn’t believe you, or else I would kill her. See you at the party tonight at eight. Wouldn’t want to keep me waiting, since I know where you live and all,” he started to walk away, and popped his hooded head back into my view, “you’re mother is very nice by the way.”

“Oh my Go—“

He leaned in, making me shut up, “Wrong.”

Then he walked out the exit, down the parking lot, to a motorcycle. The guy straddled it, and pulled his hood down. From the street lamp I can see he has curly black hair. He put his black helmet on, and peeled out of the parking lot once again.

Marcy sat in the booth, and dug into her salad. She looked at my empty taco wrappers, “So that guy saved you huh? He was pretty gorgeous.”

I nodded my head, then looked up at her wide eyed, “Wait, you saw his face?”

She frowned, “He was like two inches from you. How did you not see his face?”

“His hood was up, and his face was covered," I explained, as if it was obvious.

She laughed, “Ok, now you’re just being ridiculous. He had no hood.”

My stomach dropped.