I Can't Help but Love You

Chapter 6 V

I sit down on my bae window seat curled up with a cup of coffee and a blanket. I yawn feeling throughly socially drained despite it only being 4pm. Being in public is hard, all the people, all the noice. It's overstimulating and always leaves me with a headache. I never know how to react, how to fit in and despite all the people, in crowds, I always feel utterly alone and isolated.

I hadn't made any friends on my first day, it's not surprising but I can't help but feel a swell of pain in my chest at the thought. I guess some part of me still has hope. I've always wanted someone I could truly confide in but I struggle to let people in, it's easier to be what they want then to be who you are.

Blake's clearly interested but I know nothing will come of it, he doesn't seem to have bad intentions, I think recalling his big smile and honest laugh. My cheeks warm at the thought. I think he just holds simple curiosity. He sees me as nothing more than a strange rock, once he picks me up, inspects me for a little while, and finds nothing special he'll toss me aside and go on his merry way.

I give a deep sigh and bring my mug to my lips letting the warm liquid wash away my depressing train of thought. I crack my window open and let the cool breeze hit my face.
With much struggle my fat cat hops, ungracefully onto my window seat. I lift my foot and place it on his fluffy head.

"Hi my kitty kitty," I cue in a mock baby voice as he gives me a glare of pure, unfiltered hatred. I laugh, "Oooh Tuby, Tuby don't look at me like that, you know I lo-,"

I'm cut off by a soft ding that comes from my phone. Hm, every number in my phone has a special ring tone. Probably spam.
I look over at Tuby, "Who do you think it is?" I whisper. I lean over, put down my mug and grab my phone from my desk, turning it on.

Unknown number: I can see you Essence

My stomach drops and my mind slows. I feel a chill go up my spine.
What do I do? Do I call the cops? No, What would I call for? Maybe it's just- I don know. My mind races as I try to think up an explanation rationally. But I come up short. With shaky hands I quickly delete the text stream, as if that will make my fear go away.

Wait, why did I delete it, what if I'm kidnapped and that was the only evidence? Dang it, Tori, don't be slow.

I let out a high pitched scream and crash to the floor when I hear someone whisper my name outside my window.

I scurry backwards till my back hits my nightstand. My breathing and heart beat pick up speed as I stare at my open window in horror.

"W-w-who's th-there?" I ask, shakily. I scurry to my feet and stand on shaky legs as I look for something heavy to throw.

I stop dead in my tracks and my scattered thoughts come to a stand still when I hear a deep familiar laugh.

"B-Blake?" I stutter quietly, still shaken from the fright. I walk as quietly as possible to my open window and peak out.

There standing right out my window, in the grass is Blake hunched over and shaking. Is he in pain?

"Are...are you ok?" I asked feeling slightly concerned.

He lift his head up and a wave of deep laughter falls from his wide grin. He try's to speak but just doubles over and starts laughing harder.

I flush deep red from embarrassment, as my concern turns to annoyance, then anger.
"You nincompoop!!!" I yell, flinging the rest of my window open. He looks up to see my angry expression then breaks into another fit of laughter.

"That scared me!," I screech picking up a pillow from my window seat and throwing it right in his face.
He falls on his back and continues to laugh in the middle of my lawn like a lunatic.