The hot chick turned stalker

University had just started and I moved into this neighbourhood with all kinds of people. Well I can’t say I’m complaining because the moment I saw this young girl in one of the houses around, I just melted. I then loved the neighbourhood. She was waiting on a university in America to call her, so she was home a lot.

University had just started and I moved into this neighbourhood with all kinds of people. Well I can’t say I’m complaining because the moment I saw this young girl in one of the houses around, I just melted. I then loved the neighbourhood. She was waiting on a university in America to call her, so she was home a lot.

I even forgot that I had studies and started staying home as well. The good thing is that this neighbourhood was full of working class people and everyone left during working hours. It was just the two of us around. Thinking that I would make the first move, I realised she was two steps ahead. She came to my place with the excuse of coming for movies.

Now the worst part of it all is that she spoke only English. How could I chat all that time in only English?

Language shouldn’t be a problem as long as the message gets there, but this chick had a strange accent and all I could say was pardon every now and then. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I forged an excuse and run away.

The following day she came over and found me in the chair watching movies on my laptop. The English dialect hit again and she immediately leaned on me to watch the movie too.

I had watched and followed the movie from the beginning but when she came in, I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I started sweating, I wanted to put my hand around her but I was shaking like I was on gun point.

This lady seemed so relaxed. She even kept laughing at the funny parts as I watched and faked laughter when she laughed. My palms and feet where drowning in sweat. I was so nervous.

Considering the experience, I woke up very early and tiptoed out of the house like a thief, afraid she might hear me and come over. I wore a hood. When I got to the main road, a policeman asked me who I was intending to rob!

I explained my situation and he laughed and let me go. When I took the hood off, I saw the girl I was running from coming from one of the shops where she had gone to buy milk and bread. You don’t want to know how fast I was pulled back.

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