Before I start, I want to thank TrevonYeamen for commenting on my story. It was just a simple comment "more." but it was encouraging!

Oh, and I have something diferent planned for this chapter! Change of P.O.V! It's Private Number's turn to express his (stalkerish) thoughts X3.

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Private Number's P.O.V

I had been stalking Jake for a few months before I decided to start texting him. Damn, that boy just makes me so riled up. I expected to start losing interest in him as soon as I started seriously stalking his every move, but to my surprise, I didn't. Haha, I actually thought that he would freak out, cry all the time, beg me to stop, and be super cautious, polite, submissive, and altogether meek. But hell, was I wrong. He had some serious balls (ha, balls... Jake's balls *drool*).

He was much more interesting than I thought. He could get angry and sarcastic with me, which is so fucking hot and adorable. He's extremely hilarious to listen to.

He was actually able to do homework in a room filled, courtesy of me, with cameras and recorders. I smirked to myself and decided that I should text him.

Private Number: "Ur really able to do HW with me watching you?"

Jake rolled his eyes when he heard his phone. He put down his pencil and picked the phone up. "Uuuh, yeah? And you don't have to watch me; I'm just sitting here doing homework..." he said with irritation. Ha! I could watch him do homework all day!

I frowned as I watched him casually do homework. Though I came to love him fully and totally, there was one thing about him that bothered me: I could never know what he was thinking. When his face showed a reaction it was like a blast of emotion, but he usually has a serious expression. I can't say that I am a huge fan of it, so I constantly bug him; I want an adorable and hot expression and reaction out of him.

This is also a reason that the text communication pisses me off. He sometimes decided not to answer or read texts, which made me pretty ticked.

I turned my eyes back to my monitor when Jake groaned and closed his textbook. "Hey, I've been thinking about something recently. Instead of calling you Private Number in my mind, what should I call you?" Aaaw, he wanted to know my name. What should I have him call me? I certainly can't give him my real name, though hearing him say it would be really hot.

Private Number: "huh, I don't know. But Private Number is pretty lame."

"Hmmm, how about Stalker?" Jake asked thoughtfully.

I rolled my eyes. That was even worse.

"Pfft, just kidding. Psycho is definitely better, or maybe Obsessive Psycho? Or Ob-psycho if we want to mix it up." He said with a (erotic as fuck) smirk.

Private Number: "I'm glad to know that u think so highly of me."

Jake shrugged and said, "if the shoe fits, right?" He seemed to ponder a bit more. "Tell me what to call you, or every time I think of you I'll refer to you as... um, Rick Astly."

I cringed at the name; my Jay couldn't name me after the man who wrote the most irritating song in history!

Private Number: "No. Anything but Rick Astly!"

Jake glanced at my text before he exited his messages and typed in something.

Private Number: "Jake, what r u doing?" I was a bit suspicious; I most definitely knew that I couldn't always trust him to do what I wanted. Mr. Fucking-Las-Vegas proved that much. When Jake paid no heed to the text I was ready to send another when I heard a hideous sound.

*Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you~*

I started cracking up. My adorable, cute, rebellious little Jake was absolutely hilarious... but I hate that song.

Private Number: "Oh god, please turn that off."

"Bite me." Jake muttered while writing more things down on his homework. He obviously wanted to make me suffer. I cringed to myself; it was working.

Private Number: "Jake, I will come over to ur house and turn it off myself."

When Jake read the text I was irritated to see his expression turned grave. He turned the annoying song off.

*It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. They have everything for you men to enjoy~*

I smiled and rolled my eyes; Jake was such an endearing bother. I really hated this song too... but not nearly as much as I loved Jake.

Private Number: "omfg Jake! Turn that shit off!"

In response he absently turned it louder. Why the hell did he even have that song on his phone anyway!?

Private Number: "Jake, I swear, my ears are bleeding. Turn it off."

"Would you prefer Madonna? Or The Beatles? Or Whitney Houston?" He asked while scrolling down on his phone. I hated every song of every singer he mentioned.

Private Number: "No. Y the hell do u even have those songs on there?!"

Jake smirked (a godamn delectable smirk). "What? You don't like oldies?" Crap! I couldn't let him find out about any of my personal likes and dislikes! (Besides him, stalking, and killing peeps) He could use that to try and find out who I was!

Private Number: "No. Do u?"

"My mom does, so I have the songs." Jake explained with a nonchalant shrug.

Private Number: "...r u trying to figure out who I am?"

"What if I am?" Jake asked semi-cautiously.

What if he was? What would I do? I guess I really couldn't do anything since it was his mind, and I couldn't control his thoughts.

"Besides, isn't it natural that I'm trying? I would have to be a pretty stupid person to not at least try." Jake added carefully, running his fingers nervously through his thick black hair.

Private Number: "ugh, I guess I can't keep u from doing that... but just remember; if u don't do what I say, shit will go down. So take your phone everywhere to prevent shit like Las Vegas."

It seriously pissed me off when my Jake was kissed by that little shit. Nobody but me was allowed to kiss Jake!

"That couldn't be helped." Jake said grumpily. I angrily texted back.

Private Number: "It sure as hell could have, u were so asking for it."

"Oh, so I 'asked for it'? How? I didn't say 'kiss right now bitch!' or 'please guide your talkative mouth to mine.' I was taken off guard!" Jake exclaimed angrily at his cell.

Private Number: "I saw ur damn face. U wanted it. Slut."

"Quit calling me a fucking slut, Asshole! The guy was hot, and I'm gay; simple as that!" Jake snapped. He had better watch it. I let him say whatever the fuck he wanted to me, but openly saying a guy was hot was totally pissing me off. I felt like killing every remotely attractive man in the city.

Private Number: "As far as u should b aware, ur in a relationship with me. So eyeing, flirting, and touching any other guy is not allowed."

Jake glowered at the text. "I'm not in a relationship with you! I've never even seen you, and I fucking hate this!"

That was crossing a line. He was allowed to be angry with me, but not say he hated me. And he should have known by then that I don't cry like a bitch when I'm sad; I fricken kill innocent people. He belonged to me and he would drive me to kill every future victim of mine.

Private Number: "Watch what you fucking say to me. Anger; fine, hate; no fucking way. I'll kill somebody. You don't have any reason to hate me yet; do you want me to give you a reason?"

A look of shock crossed Jakes face. He should really fix that rashness of his, even if it's a bit (SOOOOOO) cute. "Sorry then... Please don't kill anyone, I never said I hated you." Jake said meekly.

Private Number: "Liar."

" I'm not damn lying. But really, come on! Think, you damn stalker! You've killed two of my teachers, you've threatened to kill my mother and friends, you broke into my house twice, you've stalked me pretty much all the time, I know nothing about you, and you assaulted me while I was passed out! I have plenty of reasons to hate this shit." Jake yelled desperately.

I guess he had a fucking point. I didn't exactly like that point, but I would have to deal. To be truthful, I kind of wanted to laugh at myself; I was acting like an extreme bat-shit-crazy stalker/rapist. Which is technically what I was (minus the rapist part... probably). I couldn't help loving Jake however, or being a killer. Let's just say that both of those traits put together make me the crazy-ass love-filled murderer I am.

Private Number: "Fucking fine then. U have a damn point. But don't say u hate me; it's like telling your wife that u hate her. So deal. Ur still my cutie-sexy-ass-patootie ;)"

Jake rolled his eyes. "At least you have self awareness. But not good listening ears. Earlier I said 'this' not 'you', you dumb-fuck." Jake sighed.

Ha, I highly doubted that. He just wanted to soothe my soul-fire. Good thing I recorded everything. I quickly backtracked to him saying 'I hate this'. ...Oh...

Private Number: "... fine, ur off the hook. Only because u know how to choose words; like replacing 'you' with 'this'. I have such a clever little baby ;)"

Jake merely glared at his phone. Good choice; agreeing with me on the word choice subject would have implied that he hated me.

Private Number: "hmm~ a very clever baby."

Jake glared at his cell with his gorgeous light brown eyes (like scrumptious milk chocolate). "Enough tests, Asshole." He said, afterward turning off his phone and plopping it in a drawer. I guess he was pretty ticked off at me.

I was about to text him to keep his phone, but he said "And before you freak, I'm staying in the house, so the phone shouldn't matter unless I get sexually assaulted and then you blame me for it." He said before closing his room door.

Ha, I would always blame him. That boy needed to learn to keep his sexiness to himself... or for me of course.

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Another chapter done! Apparently PN doesn't like oldies. (I don't mind em.)

Also, tell me if I should use something different to express Private N's texts k? I'm just not so sure about the bold...