Creep Or Stalker

Matt is not home when I get in at 2 am Sunday. I do not see him for the rest of the weekend either. He has not called or messaged me.

It is Monday afternoon when Mike calls, “There is a big crowd coming in, and we need the extra hands.”

“Can Joanne not doit?”

“Already phoned Joanne; she is on her way.”

“Who has a party on a Monday anyway?”

“Please, Becca.”

“Okay, okay, I will see you shortly.”

I hear Matt knocking at my door. I know this plan was to get him back, but his behavior that night has left me with second thoughts.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes, come in, Matt.”

“Are you working tonight?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you.”

“I have known you for six years. Your dad is paying for business school.”

“Well, maybe he stopped.”

“You don't need to do this.”

“Matt, this is just something I need to do.”

“But Becca...”

I interrupt him, “Are you coming to the club tonight?”

“Until you get this out of your system, then yes, every night.”

On your way to the club, you pop Sammy a message.

“Are you coming to Spangles tonight?”

“Yes, I am meeting Johno there.”

“So this is becoming serious?”

“Shut up!”

“VIP section?”

“Of course.”

“Are you hooking up with Johno so you can sit in VIP?”

“Hey, watch yourself!”

We both laugh.”

“Okay, see you later, babe.

I arrive just in time for my shift and meet Joanne at the bar.

“Joanne, you look fabulous tonight.”

“Honey, that color looks great on you! Mike says there is a VIP table. You up to it?”

“As long as there is no bending over and sitting on someone's lap.”

“You never told me about that Matt guy. What is the deal?”

“Long story and nothing I would like to repeat.”

As we head up to the booth, I hear a familiar voice, “Hey girls...how about a round of shooters?”

Fuck Sammy, what are you up to!

“Depends,” I say.

“Depends on what?” Joanne asks.

“How quickly she wants to...”

Sammy interrupts me, “How about nine JDs and six tequilas for you girls.”

Nine JDs? Did she really fail at maths? Our shooter rule is three shots at a time.

Then I see him...the guy that pulled Matt off me...oh my god...he is hot...my body feels like it is turning on fire...my knees are starting to feel weak...I cannot muster a single word, let alone poor a drink.

Sammy holds my hand...

“Oh babe, I know...I know...it is a sin to look that good!”

He steps outside the booth and looks straight into my eyes...

“You need any saving tonight?”

Well, that just went well. That was very grown-up, Becca! Instead of saying "Hi," I turn and run down the stairs. I don't know who is more surprised... him or me.

For the rest of the night, I cannot stop thinking of him...I know I should not...but...ugh!

This was not part of my plan!

The weekend comes around fast enough. It is Saturday...we are bound to be busy. Matt and Sammy will be there again. I wish Matt would stop coming....especially now...I want to see him again...Sammy does not want to tell me anything about him...I think she is doing it on purpose.

I leave to head out the door when Matt stops me.

“You are looking good tonight.”

“Thank you, Matt.”

He tries to pull me in for a kiss...I hesitate...he pulls away and looks at me.

“I am lucky to have you.”

I don't know what to say, so I turn and leave.

On my way to Spangles, I cannot help think of this guy...why won't Sammy tell me who he is? Tonight I am going to find out!

As I get to the bar, Mike looks at me rather strangely, “Babe Joanne is off sick; it looks like you are on your own tonight.”

“You must be kidding me! One girl between all this?”

I gesture to the entire floor...

“There is no way I can do this.”

“Concentrate on VIP, and you will be fine.”

“Mike! They are not the only people here. Can I not just skip them?”

“No! Off you go!”

And here we go again...I get upstairs, and I am surprised to see Matt is not there, but Sammy is.

“Sammy, you have a few minutes?”

“Hey, Becca. I did not call for a drink. What's up?”

“Then who did?”

I see him move in his chair...my body freeze.

“What can I do for you tonight?”

He does not say a word.

“Sammy looks like this one can't speak. What would you like to drink?”

Then he finally comes from the dark and looks at me.

“Oh, so you are Sammy's friend. Becca it is?”

“Okay, creep, what do you want? You have ten minutes.”

“And if I want more than ten minutes?”

“Five minutes…Two minutes.”

“What if I buy your time for the rest of the night?”

“Did I just hear you offering to serve drinks for the rest of the night?”

I giggle and see Sammy smile. I give her an "I am going to kill you" look.

“Times up.”

I head for my next table, and I feel someone behind me. He is following me...this guy is following me! Then my next table...table to table...he is following me.

“Are you trying to prove a point?”

“And what would that be?”

“Why are you following me? Have you gone from creep to stalker?”

“I told you I want your time for the rest of the night.”

“Try asking for a girl's number next time.”

“So what is it?”

“What?”

“Your number?”

“Nice try.”

Completely dazzled and confused, Mike calls me up to the bar.

“Hey, Mike. What's up?”

“It looks like you have an admirer.”

“Oh, him...the creep that is following me around.”

“He seems to like you.”

“And I am deciding how much I should dislike him.”

Mike laughs and looks at me, “Honey, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”

“What does that mean? What is it with everyone and this guy?”

When I turn around, he is looking at me. I cannot help to see the beauty in his eyes...this guy can make me lose myself in him...all I want to do is reach out and touch him...I can not believe the way he is making me feel...who is he?

“The name is Joshua, but my friends call me Josh.”