Garrett could feel the unset of the rather bad headache that he got from studying too long. Looking up he could see why, it was nearly 9pm, he'd been at this paper since noon without a break. He leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He though he'd made decent progress but this wasn't a short paper and he probably has another few weeks before it's done.
"9 Hours is good enough I guess, time for a burger run." He said as he got up and grabbed his coat not bothering to shut his computer off. He'd be back before long to look over his work, maybe check out some porn. Locking the door behind him, he headed down the street loving the feeling of independence he had. He'd been at this small house since the beginning of last semester, and it had officially replaced his parents' house as his home.
He may not go out as much as he did last year when he lived in the dorms but he had just as much fun living alone. He hadn't dated for a few weeks and planned on going back on the hunt after he finished the pile of assignments he had. He did have the greatest job on the planet though, he thought to himself as he walked. He worked at a small electronics store, one that dealt mostly in refurbished stuff but had awesome deals. It was really small and it only took one person to cover it most days. Sure around Christmas they usually had 3 people or more working but since then he'd been the only one working when he went in. He'd outfitted his house with some pretty cool little toys from there as well.
Garret suddenly felt like he was being watched, but when he looked around he couldn't see anyone else. He shrugged and took a left into his favourite short cut. His house was near enough to campus that he could walk, but only because he cut through a park shortening his walk by a good 30 minutes. He turned again when he thought he heard someone walking behind him, but again nobody. He had seen a lot of horror movies lately and might be a bit jumpy but he wasn't one to take his feelings for granted and picked up his pace.
When he reached his destination of choice he took another look around before going in and ordering. He usually got it to go but decided to eat out, partly to get out of the house but partly to give his mind some time to relax. Studying wasn't the most relaxing activity after all. He had barely been seated when a girl about his age entered. She was a little pale, short brown hair with blonde highlights and a black jacket and jeans on.
"Hmmm, desert." He thought to himself, smiling before he unwrapped his burger. After a couple of bits he was lost in his newly found hunger and devoured his burger and fries. He checked his pocket for another 5 before heading up and ordering another.
While he was waiting he looked around and saw the brunette eating in the corner, completely oblivious to everything but her drink. He grabbed his burger to go this time and headed home. He barely got two steps from the restaurant before he gave in and opened his burger and started eating it as he walked. He was done it before he got to his short cut and pocketed the wrapper. He suddenly heard footsteps and nearly turned towards them before stopping himself. He calmed himself and concentrated on the footsteps, making sure they were actually there this time.
Not only were they definitely there, but they sounded like heels. He turned to see the pale girl about 10 feet behind him. He smiled at her before heading into the park, noting as he went that her footsteps went right by him and continued down the sidewalk. He turned around after the sound of her footsteps disappeared, to find himself alone in the park. A couple minutes later he felt like he was being watched again and just broke out in a run until he was on the other side of the park. He stopped to take a breathe before looking up to see the pale brunette cross the street behind him, seemingly coming from the park.
He smiled to himself before looking up again, his mind racing. He looked over and caught her staring right at him, before she turned and walked down the street away from him. He watched her walk away for a minute before turning and running home. He nearly broke his key trying to open his door and slammed it behind him when he went in. He leaned against his door, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes he looked outside, seeing nothing he went into his bathroom for a shower.
"Fuck me, running scared from a chick." He said to himself out loud as he showered.
"Speaking of chicks and fuck..." He started stroking his cock, thinking of all the fine ass he encountered day in and day out at college. Especially Kendra; this gorgeous, strawberry blonde who shared a few of his classes. She had a spectacular rack, they didn't seem really big, definitely no bigger than a C cup but she knew what to wear to accentuate her cleavage. She also had the nicest ass, and a great set of legs that she showed off as much as possible, even in winter. Garrett doubted that she had been with a guy longer than two months in her life, as she always seemed to have a new guy. Even her friend Chelsea was a knockout, tall and thin with long brown hair and great legs. Chelsea was one of the few girls in school with a nicer ass than Kendra. . He'd been on a hair trigger since his last girlfriend and it didn't wasn't long before he shot a huge load.
It rained the next few days, so Garrett made an executive decision to skip class for Thursday and Friday so he could get some work done. By the time Friday night rolled around he was tired of homework and was glad to go to work. It was same old, same old, as he got 3 customers and spent most of his time playing around with the various gadgets that were lying around. He looked up for some reason and caught a glimpse of a pale, brunette with blonde streaks looking in at him from outside. He blinked and she was gone, he looked for a few seconds before shaking his head.
He was working hard on his report Saturday evening when his buddy called him.
"What's going on buddy?" Greg asked him.
"Just homework my man, you?" Garrett replied, leaning back in his computer chair, closing his eyes for a few seconds.
"Going on a girl run, you down?" Garrett laughed; he hadn't been clubbing for weeks and needed a break so he agreed.
20 Minutes, Garrett was showered and dressed, waiting for Greg on his front porch when he heard something behind him. He turned around and looked up on his roof and thought he saw something move out of his line of sight. Was it a bit of coat or some piece of cloth being carried around by the wind? Greg picked him up a few minutes and they were off to the club.
Typical night, Greg got carded, while Garrett just went right in without a word from either bouncer. It was early, only about 10pm but they club was already half full, and the alcohol was flowing.
"Who you liking bud?" Greg asked him after they grabbed a drink.
"Your mom, she's over they're doing body shots." Garrett responded with a smile. It had been a while since they had been out, buddying it up over drinks and girls. Greg had been his closest friend last year and they had gone out to drink at least once a week. Garrett remember many nights when he had to all but carry Greg home or woke up on Greg's couch with a huge hangover.
"MMM, Le Belle Brune, staring you down for like 20 man, you gonna pounce?" Garrett smiled at the colourfull language of his friend and experienced wingman.
"How long she been hanging?" Garrett responded as he checked his watch, 12:40am.
"About 20, maybe 30 minutes. She's at 5 O'clock if u interested" Greg responded as he fondled up a tipsy red head he'd been flirting with for the past hour.
"Huh?" Garrett responded as he turned to check her out, how could he have not noticed her for like half an hour. She blended right in, black top, fitted tight against her chest, while hanging loose around her midriff. Black skirt to match, rather short too, and black high heels. Her semi-Goth outfit showed a lot of pale skin, and he light brown hair, hung just past her shoulders. After a second he noticed that her hair had blonde highlights and piecing brown eyes that were lazily watching him as she danced. He took a step back as he changed his mind, they was no laziness in those eyes, they were far too intense.
"Umm buddy," Garrett began, taking a sip of his brew to wet his suddenly dry mouth. "Would it freak you out if I said this chick followed me home a few nights ago, and might have been watching me at work last night?"
"What?" Greg asked as he turned to take a closer look at the girl, who seemed to suddenly disappear. "Wait, where'd she go? Fuck, umm she looked like a pretty hot stalker, so I'd say don't worry about her."
"Yeah, right. It wouldn't be as bad if she didn't keep vanishing."
"Better watch yourself," Greg's lady friend said to Garrett, slurring her words a little, "Some Goth's can get a little too obsessed." Greg looked Garrett in the eye and nodded his agreement.
"Anyways, Greg you too drunk to drive me to your place?" She asked wrapping her arms around Greg's shoulders.
"Yeah, umm Garrett you want a ride?"
