Letters - MxM

3 - Austen on Repeat

3 - Austen on Repeat

Austen

Two Days Later

Remember how I said kill me now two days ago?

Well, I'm still alive and I want you to kill me now. Today. Right this second.

For the past two days, Easton has been staring at me. And it wasn't that type of stare that when you look at them, they look away quickly or you were just in their line of sight. No. This type of stare was just for me. Every time I felt his gaze on me, and looked up to see if I was correct, he just stared at me. Didn't try to deny it or look away. Just stared at me with a blank expression. And I wasn't sure what to make of that.

And I especially wasn't sure what to make of him coming up to me while I was putting some supplies away. 

"Can we talk?"

I swear in that moment, my body tenses up. Not because he's here, in the same area as me, but he is asking to talk. To me.

"Um, sure." I wipe my hands on my jeans and follow him out by where we sat yesterday. He stops before me, and I have to brace myself before I fall into him. He turns around after I get myself situated. I look up at him, gazing at his expression. He looks....almost nervous. I don't have the chance to question it or think about it more because something comes into view. My bag.

How could I have forgotten that? I think back to the time when he was trying to talk to me and I was trying to get away from him. My own stupidity got int the way of getting my bag. God I'm stupid. But while my stupidity rears it's ugly head, a question comes to mind. Why did Easton keep it? And then another question pops up. Did he read my journal? And when I look at his expressive face, I know. I know he read it.

"You read it didn't you." While response somehow forms a statement, my mind is going crazy and full with questions.

Easton doesn't respond. He continues to stare at me as I stand there wishing I was somewhere else. And then I start blabbing without glancing at him.

"Of course you read it. I mean, why wouldn't you? you see a bad that doesn't belong to you, get curious, maybe hope there is some money inside it, see a journal, accidentally open it and see your name writing across the top-"

"In my defense, it was on the first page."

"You probably think I'm some freak now. Someone that stalks you." I'm too bus in my own head to see that Easton has come closer to me. Closer in my personal space. "I swear I'm not. I also didn't come here just to be around you. I came here because my friend thought it would be fun to do this, but then she backed out last minute and it was too late for me to do the same. But-"

"Austen."

"I can make it to where you don't have to be around me. I mean, I get it. Who would want to be around the creepy stalker. I sure weren't."

"Austen."

"Don't worry, I'll be okay. I'll figure out a way. I should probably get away from you now."

"Austen."

I gaze up to see him look down at me with a look of concern. And that's when I notice him closer to me in my personal space. My heart rate increases. I bet this is where he tells me to get lost and regrets even having a few moments of conversation with me. But what he says next surprises me.