Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz! What the heck was that? Bzzz! Bzzz! I sat up in bed and looked for the source of the noise. I looked around my room and then groaned; it was my friggen phone again. I had put it on vibrate so that way I wouldn’t be bothered if a certain someone decided they wanted to text my in the middle of the night. Apparently I could still be bothered by it.

I forced myself out of bed and walked over to it. I entered my pass-code and tapped my texts. “Bitch!” I exclaimed when I saw that Private Number had decided to send me about a million blank texts.

I was going to throw my phone in the desk drawer when a text, which wasn’t blank, was sent to me.

Private Number: “Hey, hey, that’s not very nice.”

“There’s no damn school! Let me sleep!” I growled at my phone.

Private Number: “But I’m bored”

“Screw you.” I seethed. I marched back towards my bed but then stopped midstep. Had they just replied to my shout!? They could hear me!? Did they somehow tap my phone so that he could hear me… or worse; did they come into my room!?

I looked at the phone fearfully and then cautiously looked around the room for cameras or audio recorders. If there were any there they were small, I couldn’t see a single abnormality to my room.

I suddenly felt very invaded and unsafe; I already could pretty much assume that Private Number knew where I lived, but I didn’t think that they could get in my house! Much less put up recorders!

I flinched when my phone vibrated again, but I picked it up and read the text.

Private Number: “lol, u finally realized. That was funny.”

I just stared at my phone apprehensively.

Private Number: “… at least say something, don’t just give that face.”

“What is there to say?” I groaned miserably. They could hear and see me.

Private Number: “How about ‘this invasion really turns me on’?”

I scowled at the screen. “You mean this turns you on… I really hope you don’t have anything set in the bathroom.”

Private Number: “I wuld have, but I don’t exactly want to c ur naked mother…”

I would have normally laughed at this, but the fact that my psychotic stalker could now see and hear whatever I did in my room severely diminished the hilarity. I was seriously freaked out; who the fuck was this person anyway!?

I hesitated before I spoke to the phone again. “You didn’t by any chance put up more cameras or whatever in other rooms did you?”

Private Number: “If ur planning on sleeping on the couch I have crap set up there.”

Urg, he caught on. “Then I’ll sleep in the bathroom.” I said.

Private Number: “lol, u have fun with that, but remember; tell anyone and they die… also, anyone who figures it out will die too, so be careful Jay~”

“Are you hinting at my mom you bastard?” I asked dangerously. This fucker was not going to touch my mom. I would die first.

Private Number: “Not her specifically, just anyone… and ur hot when ur mad."

I again avoided another one of their creepy compliments. “So you’re pretty much saying that it would be too suspicious to sleep anywhere but my room, therefor I should sleep where you have your stalker gear set up?”

Private Number: “I also have bugs in the phone and front door.”

I was seriously starting to feel more and more in danger by the second, but I couldn’t let that show, they could see me after all. What if someone like my mom found a bug?! She could be killed! What about my friends? Trudy was fairly close to suspecting something the night before.

Also, to a more pressing matter; who the hell was this person? Why were they obsessed with me? Were they some creepy chick or dirty old guy? And, the most important thing about them; how light or thick were their tempers, what would it take them to kill again, and what were their exact boundaries for me to keep them from killing?

“… Why are you doing this?” I asked.

Private Number: “U havnt figured it out? I love u. Simple as that. Ur just unlucky that I’m a murderer and a really good stalker.”

“… So does that mean that you’ve killed people before this?” I asked, not letting my fear show through my question.

Private Number: “Meh, a couple tens here and there.”

“Tens?” I asked in shock.

Private Number: “Yup~” Oh great, they were proud of themself.

So I technically had an insane, tech-genius, obsessive, and psychopathic as my stalker? Well that was just fan-fucking-tastic.

I didn’t hide my frustration. “Why the hell me?”

Private Number: “Why the hell not?”

Well, that was descriptive. I slumped back in my desk chair. I seriously didn’t want to yield to this creepy psycho, but I needed to know what my restrictions were. “What is what I should and shouldn’t do? I don’t want to accidentally piss you off and send you on a killing spree. And answer seriously for fucks sake.”

Private Number: “Oh, I dunno. Don’t tell anyone and don’t hint to anyone. Don’t get a boyfriend (or girlfriend if u feel like bending rules). U should be urself though, even if that entitles insults or whatever, because that’s what I fell in love with. And also, do what I tell u to.”

My mind was stuck on ‘boyfriend.’ “You know that I’m gay?” I asked.

Private Number: “Duh, I’d b a pretty shitty stalker if I didn’t know that.”

“So does that mean you’re a guy?” I asked.

Private Number: “Yes.”

Well at least it wasn’t a girl… I guess.

I stared silently at the phone, waiting for Private Number to text anything.

Private Number: “… I wish I was your phone.”

I looked at the phone with disgust. This person was totally random. “Why?” I asked suspiciously.

Private Number: “I’d get 2 b in ur back pocket all the time… and also touching ur fine butt ;)”

I stared at the text blankly until I finally absorbed what he texted. “THE FUCK!? YOU LOOK AT MY BUTT?!” I screamed. I should have suspected as much; he was my stalker, but how would most people react if a person looked at them sexually and they didn’t know who that person was? They would obviously freak out.

Private Number: “yes. I look at ur butt. IT’S FINE AS FUCK! I thought I just said that.”

I looked at the phone with a disturbed expression. “…Why the caps?”

Private Number: “U need to know how fine your butt is. I would totally fuck it.” … I now felt in extreme danger of having my butt be violated.

“I’m getting out of here.” I said angrily, stomping out of my room and slamming the door behind me. I ‘forgot’ to take my phone.

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Oooooh, P.N. is quite the creeper~ he also seems to have a but fetish ;D

omg, I'm sorry I took so long, my teachers (aka hell-spawns) just decided that they all wanted to give me multiple tests in one week :(. I'll post another chapter tonight though :D

And WOW. For just 2 chapters I have a ton of reads! (more than my story that has 6 chaps and 18 reads) If any dilegent readers are reading, THANKS A TON (/*_*)/ # # # # WAFFLES FOR YOU! As I said before, I am going to be posting chapter 4 right after this to show my thanks for the reads! Even if they are a small amount! *3* kisses!