You ever get that funny feeling that you’re being watched? Come on, you must know what I’m talking about. Your skin prickles, making your whole body tingly.

Anyone?

For the last…heck I don’t know, maybe a week, I’ve felt eyes burning into me wherever I go. No matter where I am, I always feel like I’m being watched.

No, I’m not paranoid. I really think I’m being stalked.

What I don’t get is why someone would want to stalk me of all people. I’m nothing special. At least I don’t think so.

I stand at around five foot three. Yes, I know, short. *Pouts* I have light red hair, that’s wavy, reaching just below my ears. Hmm… think Fred and George Weasley and that’s what my hair looks like.

My eyes are brown. Nothing special about brown eyes. Why couldn’t they be green or something? That goes with red so much better.

Anyways where was I? Oh yeah, I’m not special, so why do I feel like I’m being followed?

“Kyle!”

My head snapped up. I groaned, shoving my head under my pillow. That was the sound of sixty pounds of annoying brother.

“Open up, Kyle, I know your in there,” I heard six year old Chase whine. God, did he have to whine this early in the morning?

Groaning again, I set up, glaring at my door.

“I’m up,” I yelled, throwing my pillow at the door in annoyance.

Sighing, I stood up and walked over to the door, opening it. I let out a gasp as Chase jumped on me, knocking me to the floor.

“Chase,” I scolded, “not this early in the morning, for Pete’s sake!”

My baby brother pouted. Nobody could resist that pout, not even I.

Sighing, I patted him on the head, “I’m not mad,” I said, making the blond smile. He crawled off me, standing up.

“Kyle, guess what!?” Chase asked me, jumping up and down.

“Mm?” I asked.

“Mommy and daddy are going on a trip for their second honeymoon, whatever that is and we get to stay home alone. You get to baby-sit me!! Yay!”

“What!?”

Me baby-sit the cute little terror? For how long!? All by myself?

Chase giggled, “silly, they said you can have one friend over to help, because I’m such a handful…”

“You sure are,” I said, ruffling his hair fondly. He was, but I still loved him. I wouldn’t trade my brother for anyone.

“Well since you rudely woke me up, let’s go downstairs.”

Chase nodded, grabbing my hand, “Okay, and I didn’t rudely wake you.”

“Whatever,” I responded, though I had a smile on my lips.

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It’s summer vacation. Turns out, Chase wasn’t lying. Mom and dad are going on a second honeymoon to Japan of all places. I mean I’d die to go there, but I never thought of it as a honeymoon spot.

They will be gone for a undetermined amount of time. Mom said she’d keep me posted, so I’d know when to expect them back.

Now the thing is… I don’t know who to ask to help me watch Chase. I have a confession to make.

I’m not well liked at my school, therefore, I don’t have many friends. Certainly not a friend close enough to want to stay at my house for possibly weeks.

It’s all because of last year… that was when I…

Well, to be honest, it was when I came out… Ha, no, forced out.

You see… well… in the shower room… I couldn’t help looking at an upperclassman as he showered. Of course the other noticed and blew his top. I was knocked around by him, but luckily he didn’t hit me too hard.

Then he went and told the whole school. So yeah, I don’t have many friends.

What’s funny is I have more girlfriends now then before. No, not that kind of girlfriend, silly. I just said I was gay, didn’t I?

Yeah, girls seem to flock to my side. I guess they want juicy details, but heck, I don’t think I’d ever have any to give.

I mean… who would like me? As I said before, I’m not special.

Just who am I going to ask to help me?

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God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, I know it’s pathetic, but I have no choice. I’m calling the only guy who was never rude to me. At least he smiles at me when our eyes meet.

We’re not friends, but I’m desperate. I really need help watching over Chase. Mom and dad leave in two days.

The phones ringing and boy do I feel nervous. I feel like a girl calling a boy for the first time. It’s no wonder I’m not a giggling mess.

Oh my God, he actually picked up on the first ring. What do I do? What?

Oh right.. Hehe… say hello, duh!

“Hello,” I said, “is this Cole?”

I can only imagine Cole giving the phone a confused look. He’s probably thinking, ‘whose this?’

“Yes,” I hear Cole reply. “Who is this?”

I swallowed lump in my throat and quietly said, “this is Kyle Turner. Uhh… from school… I have a favor I need to ask.” I whispered the last part, feeling foolish for doing this. Cole doesn’t even know me and vise versa.

“Favor, really?” Cole asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, can you come to my house? I live two blocks from the school on Eller Pike.”

There was no sound for a bit and I can imagine Cole thinking my question over.

“I guess so, I have nothing else to do anyway.”

I sighed. Great!

“Thank you. See you later!”

“Yeah, see you.”

We hung up ad I ran to my room, breathing hard. Just why do I feel excited? This is weird. I don’t like Cole like that. I don’t even know him as I’ve said.

Hormones are strange. I sure hope they don’t confuse me into thinking I like Cole. I don’t. I can’t help having a natural reaction to a cute boy. Yes, Cole is cute. Well, cute isn’t the right word.

He’s actually bloody hot.

God, what have I gotten myself into?