>The next day comes.
>You had set your alarm later, since you weren't taking your bike to school.
>Your body had gotten used to the early routine, though, so you still woke up before the alarm.
>You shuffle out of bed, groggily.
>You slept well enough, it was just falling asleep that was the issue.
>There were too many things on your mind last night.
>You decide to wake yourself up by knocking out some push-ups, squats, calisthenic stuff.
>Something to get your blood pumping.
>After finishing, you get dressed and eat breakfast.
>You still have some time before you leave, so you decide to give Blossomforth a quick text.
>A: "Hey, did you sleep well?"
>A few seconds later, you get your reply.
>B: "Sorta...was hard to fall asleep."
>A: "Me too.  When do you want me to swing by to pick you up?"
>B: "You can come over now, I should be ready by the time you get here."
>A: "Okay.  See you then!"
>You grab your things and head out the door, towards your car.
>As you pull up to her house you give the horn a short blast to signal that you’re outside.
>She comes out, closes and locks the door, and hurries over to your car.
>“…You know you could have just texted me, right?”
>She doesn’t look all that great.
>Must have had a real tough time falling asleep last night.
“Was it too loud?  I just gave it a quick beep.”
>“I dunno, I’m just really tired…”
>You pull off after she buckles in and drive to school.
“Will you be okay for your classes?”
>“Um, I think so.  I understand most of what they’re teaching right now.”
>You smirk.
“Says the girl who wants ‘tutoring’ lessons…”
>You see her smile out of the corner of your eye.
>“Only when it’s you who’s doing the ‘tutoring’…”
>Looks like Blossomforth is starting to relax.
>At least you’re able to break the tension, somewhat.
>You reach over with your free hand and find hers, giving it a light squeeze.
>She pulls your hand up to her face and nuzzles it.
“So who was it that asked you out yesterday?  You were so freaked out yesterday that I didn’t get a chance to ask you.”
>She shifts in her seat some.
>“A guy named Thunderlane.”
>Thunderlane?
>He’s on the Junior Varsity sports team, isn’t he?
“Thunderlane?  I’ve met him before.  He seemed like a nice enough guy…are you sure that’s who’s…?”
>“I-I don’t know for sure, really.  All I know is that I felt like I was being constantly stared at by someone the whole time afterward.”
>Maybe you’ll have a talk with Thunderlane, and find out what’s going on.
>Hmmm, maybe that’s not such a good idea.
>If he is the one who’s doing this, then who’s to say that he’ll just up and tell you?
>Then again, if he asked her out, then he doesn’t know that you’re dating her…
>Gotta approach this from the right angle.
>Before you realize it, you’ve arrived at school.
>You park your car, and you and Blossomforth step out.
>The day goes by without much happening.
>You text Blossomforth randomly throughout the day, just to see if she’s doing alright.
>You try not to do it so much that you seem overbearing.
>You didn’t see Thunderlane around at all.
>She mentioned that he wasn’t in class, either.
>Kinda suspicious, but not exactly damning.
>No sort of leads today, it seems.
>You drop off Blossomforth at her home.
>When you get home yourself, you notice that there’s a voicemail notification on your phone.
>You listen to it.
>It’s the volunteer coordinator for the local harvest fair.
>Apparently there was a mistype on the sign-up sheet.
>Your help would be needed next weekend, instead of the weekend just before Homecoming.
>Geez, talk about a mix-up.
>This is alright, though.
>You contact your work and let them know of the schedule change.
>The next two days go by in very much the same manner.
>Nothing out of the ordinary really happens.
>Thunderlane is still absent.
>Can’t rule him out, yet.
>When you drop off Blossomforth this time, she kisses you softly on the lips before she steps out of the car.
>“Thanks for doing this for me, Anon.  It means a lot that you care so much about this.”
>You blush some.
“Well, it’s more because I care about you.  I mean, what would I be if I couldn’t protect my girlfriend?”
>She blushes even more than you do, and she tries to hide her face.
>“I’ll see you tomorrow, you sap!”
>Before she turns around, you gently grab her wrist.
“Hey, call me tonight, okay?  It does get kinda lonely, living by myself.”
>“Sure, I’ll do that.  I love hearing your voice on the phone, especially when you’re tired, and your voice gets all low and gravelly.  It’s so hot.”
>You arrive home, and for once this week, you start to relax.
>It seems like this whole stalking thing might have been just a fluke.
>Sometime later in the evening, your phone rings.
>Blossomforth is calling you.
“Hey you, how are ya?”
>”I’m doing alright, just relaxing after a good meal.  What about you?”
>Oh crap, you totally forgot to eat.
>Whatever, Blossomforth is on the phone, eats can come later.
“Same here.  I was wondering when you were gonna call…”
>You hear her chuckle.
>“Yeah, Dad gets a little annoyed when I talk on the phone for too long, so I wait until he’s winding down before I make any long calls.”
“I see.  So, what did you have in mind for this weekend?  Other than hanging out, I mean?”
>“Hmmm, nothing else really.  I just want to relax with you, maybe watch a movie on the couch, or…”
“Or what…?”
>“…or maybe show you one of my ‘special’ routines.”
>Oh my.
“Oh my…”
>She giggles.
>“How do you like that, hmmm?”
>At this point, you walk over to the bed and lie back on it, feet dangling from the edge.
“Well, that does sound sort of interesting.  Is there anything in this routine that I should look forward too?”
>“Well, I don’t want to give away too many details, but it does involve a lot of stretching and…”
>She trails off for a moment.
>You wonder what happened.
>“Mmmmmmnh, hhrrmmmmmmnnaaagh!”
>Oh god.
>Your eyes roll back as you hear her seductive moan through the phone.
>You get a sensual chill down your spine.
“Are…are you…?”
>“Masturbating?  No, silly, I’m just stretching, geez!”
“Wow, I could hardly tell the difference…”
>“Heh, I’ll leave it to you to make me moan that way.”
>This girl.
>If only her dad wasn’t home, you’d be making a beeline for her house, coming up to her room, and putting that youthful energy to good use.
>“…Huh!?”
>…?
“What’s up?”
>“I just heard something outside the house, like a branch snapping or something.”
>…!
“Is someone out there?”
>“I don’t know, let me peek out the…”
>A few seconds pass, then you suddenly hear panicked breathing.
>“Oh god, there is someone out in my front yard!”
>You bolt upright.
“What!?”
>“I can see them from behind the tree!”
>Holy shit.
“Blossomforth, call the police, now!”