My Worst Stalker

Ethan's POV

I slung my cross bag over my head and stood up.

I needed to get to my room fast, really quick.

Dad had sent me a text to call him when I got to my room.

A smirk appeared on my face, I still wonder how Clara got to my bathroom a few days past.

She was the worst stalker I'd ever seen. But she fails to get that I don't date girls that stalk and talk back like her.

My canvas hit the floor softly as I hurried over to the male's dorm.

The canvas was a birthday gift from my precious dad.

I quickly brought out my ear pod and plucked it to my ears as I entered into the hallway.

I was used to unnecessary pleasantries and ugly smiles.

I haven't really seen a girl that's ever going to make me have that feeling. No feeling. No love.

Not in this world I guess.

"Come on, the celebrity king is passing by." I heard the voice of a girl.

"That's the only guy I have a crush on." The other replied.

I slightly turned my head and got a glance of them.

I chuckled. The truth was that I don't even know them from Adam.

"Hey guy." Damien said, walking together with the rest of the group.

"Cool." I replied and met with them.

We were the big four always together at the time we could be.

"I heard you are partnered with that sharp mouth girl." Damien mouthed.

I shrugged. " Yeah, kind of." I replied, ear pods still plucked in my ears as I walked past different students.

If I was to give a response to the waves and smiles I received from almost all the girls I'd never stop waving or smiling back.

"Did you do something behind?" Henry, one of us, asked.

I chuckled and shifted my gaze back to him.

"Why should I plan that just because of a girl. You guys know my stuff with girls." I replied.

"Of course, they come to you by themselves and then you flirt, trick and leave." Damien mouthed.

We burst into laughter. "I never said that." I responded.

"I see, let's grab some stuff at the café." Damien replied.

"Sure." I responded.

Screams and shouts rang through my ears as we got to the entrance of the female's dorm.

This noise was different from the usual, something was wrong.

I blinked rapidly. Two girls were seriously fighting.

My eyes scanned the crowd of girls that surrounded them.

Some people were taking a video of them while others were just staring at them.

"What's happening?" A girl asked the other girl behind me.

"They're fighting over a guy. " The other girl replied. replied.

"Best friends fighting over a guy. Who?"

"The celebrity King."

I blinked my eyes rapidly when I remembered them.

It wasn't really my fault they came to me themselves.

They made sure they seduced me and I didn't even know they were best friends.

Even if I did know, it wasn't really any of my fault.

I gave my friends a leaving signal and we immediately left the scene.

Grabbing some snacks wasn't for this hour.

I shut the door behind me as I walked into my room.

I dropped my cross bag on the bed and unlocked my phone.

Too much drama for a day as usual.

My hands ran on the phone screen as I dialed dad's number.

"Hello dad." I said.

"You need to call your mom right now, and text me later about what you want for your birthday. " He uttered in haste.

" Dad..dad." I was trying to talk when he cut the call.

Call my mom? For what reason. We rarely talk and I doubt she cares about that.

I know she's probably pretending to love me just because I was a celebrity.

Because some years back before I became damn popular.

She treated me like trash like I wasn't her son.

I took in a deep breath and released it. The phone shook on my hand as I dialed her number.

My heart skipped a bear at every ring from the phone.

The phone beeped continuously but I guess there was no one on the other end.

Or she didn't want to pick it like I hoped she wouldn't.

I threw the phone on the bed after she didn't pick the phone the third time.

I covered my face with my hand and laid on the bed.

I shouldn't have called her but I couldn't go against my dad.

The one that stood by and fought for me when she wasn't ready to think about me.

Saturday was my birthday and I'm not going to let her spoil that.

I shut tight my eyes and took hold of my phone.

I needed something to clear her off my head right now.

I was scrolling through my contacts when my eyes landed on Clara's account. She was online.

A short smile appeared on my face as I texted her.

"Hey. "

"Hey, who's this? " She texted back.

"Guess."

"I'm not good at guessing, please. " She texted back and sent a question mark emoji.

"Your boyfriend. "

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Okay cool, it's James." I replied and sent an emoji.

"James? How the hell did you get my number?" She texted and sent a surprising emoji.

I took a quick breath. She wouldn't ask me that question if she knew who I was.

"Long story." I texted back.

"What do you want?" She responded.

"I just thought..you know..we needed more preparation so I'm thinking let's meet in the mini hall for practical rehearsal I would have ordered the materials before you get there."

I stared at my phone for a while. She wasn't typing nor any reply.

I was about to drop down my phone and just find another way out when it beeped.

"Fine." She replied.

I smiled. "Good, see you there." I texted back and dropped the phone.

My phone suddenly rang. I took it. It was the same woman. My mom.

I exhaled and was about to pick it when I quickly turned it back down on the bed.

Damn whatever filthy reason dad asked me to call her.

What was the use of picking a call from a woman that doesn't love you.

I sniffed. I don't think I'm ever going to forgive this woman.

Either now or ever.