An edited version of a story I wrote a few years ago.
The feeling that I was being watched started pretty much as soon as I had left the school and had not abandoned me since. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge, my skin prickled. I was probably being paranoid; my mind was playing tricks on me but that did not mean I felt any safer. Every time I forced myself to turn around, I was greeted with emptiness. The area was desolate, the wind whistled sharply past my face, cutting across my skin like blades. I tugged my jacket tighter round my shivering body, told myself to relax and trudged forward.
I was practically home now anyway, just down this road and to the right. Stealing a quick glance in the shop mirror to assess what state I was in, I caught sight of a hooded figure darting past me. The scream I had been building caught in my throat, my eyes widened in fear as I whirled round to face my assailant.
‘Nate!’ the breath left my lungs in a long whoosh.
My best friend of four years stood facing me, a smirk on his face which was immersed in the shadows of his hooded jacket. I glared at him, anger and embarrassment flooding through me.
‘Did you see your face Alex?’ he laughed.
‘Can you blame me?’ I spluttered. ‘You stalk around like some psycho stalker intent on killing me, what am I supposed to think?’
‘Sorry I thought it’d be funny. Guess it backfired.’
‘You could say that,’ I frowned, looking over his shoulder. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for exactly but the feeling from earlier still hadn’t disappeared. A sinking feeling of dread and despair weighed down in a tight knot inside my stomach.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah,’ I shook it off. ‘You wanna come over tonight? We’re starting to look like loners just stood here.’
‘Why do you think I stalked you just now?’
‘You could have just texted me,’ I suggested.
‘Not nearly as fun.’
* * *
When we got home, I was instantly confronted by my mother who wanted to know where I was and who I was with. She relaxed slightly when she saw it was just Nate, but was still on full mum alert.
‘What time do you call this Alex?’
‘I call it six thirty five.’
‘Don’t be cheeky, where have you been?’