All Chapters of Diary of a Stalker: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Let me fix your tie." I told Ethan, straightening his golden tie, then looked at him. "You look perfect." I said.Ethan gave a smile, then looked away.'Shit, no, I'm allowing myself to get close to Ethan."Hey daddy, I have someone for you to meet." I poked my head through his door to see him with his hands in his pocket and looking down at the street below."And who might that be?" He said, not turning around."This is Ethan." I opened the door wider for him to step inside.My father looked him up and down."Nice to meet you, Mr Walker." Ethan held his hand out, but my father on

The following Saturday after Russell asked if we could move in together.'Which I am, of course, excited for. I told him it was better if he stay at my place, which he agreed to. It was mostly because my place was bigger and I didn't want any unexpected visits from Jake or any of his other friends.'I made sure that there was space for his stuff; I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible. To make sure he had everything he needed and more.After I got done with cleaning, and putting things together. I got dressed in some black sneakers which I made sure to sand down the bottom so they made no prints.I dug through my closet until I found a pair of black leggings and a black coat with a pullover to hide my face from anyone who might recognise me.I took the path I knew all too well, jogging through the small forest that led to Russell's place. When I got there, his stupid friends were. Not helping him, but probably telling him to not move in with

One would have thought that after Jake had the shit beating out of him, he would have been in hiding.But instead here he was today, following me around as I keep an eye on Isabella.I thought he would still be nursing his wounds, or trying to find a place to live. It's just two days after he almost lost his life. ‘Which he should have.’ But no, he made me his new tragic, maybe to prove to Russell that I am crazy.And the stalker is now being stalked.'Laughable.'I stopped at the usual food truck to get a hot dog and smoothie, the best in the city if you asked me.I sat on the bench that was not too far away after, only doing it to see what Jake would do.I turned slightly in his direction, acting as if I was looking at the big screen. I bit into the hot dog to not laugh as Jake pulled the rim of his hat down his face and ducked out of sight.Poor stupid Jake, he thought, that he was doing such a wonderful job at i

"One dirty martini, please?" I said after the bartender came over to us."Just a beer." Russell told him.The bartender retreat, and while we waited, a man came up to squeeze between us."Can I get another dark fruit for the wife, please!" He yelled, clearly drunk.He looked at me, "Hello there, pretty lady." He ran his eyes up and down my body. "Chelsea Walker." He said after."Never dreamt of meeting you in person." He gave a little chuckle.Russell wasn't saying anything. In fact, he was staring straight ahead, finding interest in the bottles on the shelf.Seeing that I was looking at someone, the man looking in that direction and gave a laugh."Russell fucking Clinton." He voiced, then clapped him on the back. "Never thought I would ever see you again.""Eddy." Russell nodded at him. Clearly the two had history but Russell was trying to be discreet."Is this your date?" Eddy stepped back so that Russell could

When I got to work the following Monday, and got to my office, all I could hear was Wendy talking about a date she have with some hot guy."Who is the lucky guy?"She winked at me.'This bitch.'"Even though you won't tell me, I hope you have a grand time." I told her, not really meaning it."Oh, I will. We hit it off the first day we met. He was so in to me, even had sex the first day too."I tried to hide the look on my face, but Wendy must have picked up on it because she gave me a look, then said."Don't go judging now. To me, it doesn't matter if you wait a day or months to have sex with someone. If you connect, you connect."'If you are a whore, just say so.'But instead I said, "I have nothing to say. Anyway, have those papers on my desk by noon.""Oh, I had to ask. Can I get a promotion?""To what?""Well-""Don't start, there it's a no. It's not even like there is any position opened