Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.
I woke up about two hours earlier than usual for no reason. My room was still really dark so I didnt see the point in getting up; even though Ive always said I would get up earlier, I really could not be bothered. I just rolled over and drifted back to sleep within minutes.
Eventually I woke up and changed out of my (colour) pyjamas into a (colour) top, (colour) skinny jeans and a (colour) cardigan. I could swear I left my phone on charge at the bottom of my bed, but it was next to my pillow I must have moved it two hours ago. I should really try to improve my memory. Why is it that song lyrics are easy to remember but where I put my socks escapes me? Oh, never mind found em. I brushed my teeth, grabbed something to eat as I ran out the door to get to (college).
Im such a good stalker! I even amaze myself sometimes. Im just sat here, messing about with this girls phone
She has some weird internet history: weird, weird stuff. I keep checking over to make sure she isnt awake she cramps my style just lying there so itll be worse if she wakes.
I spoke too soon. She didnt see me the thing barely moved. She just rolled over and carried on snoring. Anyway, I kept searching through her phone; she has a few frequent contacts who call her (Name). The name is nowhere near as smooth as mine it doesnt roll of your tongue it sits there for a while, lingers like her breath: eww, like death it is.
It is getting closer to the time (name) wakes, so I had better go and catch up with her later. Ill make her so paranoid she grows eyes in the back of her pretty little head.
I got to (college) pretty quickly and arrived at the normal time. Theyd changed the order of the lessons for today for some reason, so I was stuck with crappy (lesson) first oh yay
Its could have been worse I guess; seen as we had a cover teacher, we didnt have to listen to (teacher) drone for an hour. After that we had another normal lesson and then, FINALLY, brake.
I sat on the grass outside with a few friends just talking about what we are doing this weekend and what we did yesterday. They dont understand my not obsessive obsessions. We just chilled on the unusually sunny day until clouds started drifting over then we went to the library to finish off some work, but before I walked back into the college building, I had a strange sense that someone was watching me. I know that there are loads of people here yet I know it wasnt them watching it was an eerie sense of foreboding watching. Staring. Stalking? What? Who in their right mind would stalk me?! Im just being stupid and paranoid, got to give those Creepypastas a break for a bit.