#ilici

             Burning.

       The sensation of her legs burning was the only thing she could focus on, as the sound of her feet slapping against the muddy ground and her breathing slightly drowned out the ringing in her ears. She didn't dare turn her head over her shoulder to see if she was still being chased, she's seen horror movies. She knew how easy it is to trip if you even glance once behind you.

     The crisp autumn air nipped at her exposed skin, though she wasn't cold, not even a little. In fact, she was drenched in sweat, despite the bitter cold air. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind before she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into the woods behind a tree. A scream elicited from her throat, being muffled from the hand over her mouth.

     The hand that was wrapped around her waist tightened as the scream ripped through her lips and into the palm of their hand. They looked down at her, quickly hushing her as they held her close. "Be quiet, otherwise they'll find us." They spoke up, which made her look up to see who had grabbed her. Recognizing them from one of their classes, she slowly calmed down as she heard the sound of rapid footsteps running past them.

     After what seemed like an hour, which was only a couple of minutes, the grip that was holding her slowly let go, and she stepped away a bit before she turned around and looked at her savior. Her breathing was still slightly uneven, as she was still paranoid, but the pale grey-blue eyes stared at her never once looking away. Looking up at him, as he was somewhat taller than her, she let out a breathless 'thank you'. Nodding his head, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair and offered her a small smile, "I think it's clear, do you have a way home?"

     He asked though he already knew the answer. After all, he planned this out with Jill, so that way he'd finally get her attention after all his other failed plans. Looking around, she slowly shook her head in response, and he nodded, "I can walk you home." He offered, and she looked up at him scanning his face, "Why were you out in the middle of the woods?" She asked cautiously, and Charlie looked at her and let out a small chuckle. "I can see how this looks suspicious, but, I was recording something for the cinema club."

     He slyly lied, pointing to the camera he had discarded to the ground to hold her and keep her quiet. Her gaze followed where he was pointing, and she still looked at him skeptically and he chuckled as he grabbed the camera from the ground, "Look." he said, as he pressed the play button showing a video on the small screen. Watching it, she saw that he was filming a video talking about locations where they could create a short film, and the woods just so happened to be on the list.

     Humming, she looked up at him again, looking to see if there were any signs of him lying to her. As his face remained neutral, she bit her lip in thought before she slowly nodded her head, "Yeah─okay, sure." She said, barely above a whisper and Charlie held back the deviant smirk that wanted to appear. "Lead the way." He said as he motioned for her to walk, and she slowly began walking out of the woods and in the direction her house was. Thankfully, she was already on her way home when she started getting chased, so she was almost home.

     Slowly following in behind, he knew she'd be home alone as he had watched her parents leave for a trip yesterday night, and he had also broken into her home to watch her sleep that night. Silence fell over them, as he watched her figure being outlined by the orange-tinted street lights. As she halted her movements, she turned on her heel and offered him a grateful smile, "This is my place." She said, and Charlie looked over at the house they stood in front of, already knowing which house was hers. "Well, uhm...thank you for walking me home."

     She said, scratching her arm awkwardly, and Charlie nodded his head tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, "No problem." He replied, shrugging his shoulders as he began to turn around and walk home, "Charlie-" She started, and he immediately halted his movements the moment he heard his name roll off her tongue. The fact that she knew his name sent a shiver down his spine, and he turned back around, "Seriously, thank you." She said softly, and before Charlie could answer she turned around and ran up the stairs of her porch.

That was one of the first times you had given him any sort of attention, and he craved more. It was like a drug to him, and he only wanted to get high from it.

     Laying on her stomach, her feet swaging in the air as they were adorned with thigh-high socks, along with the baby tee she wore and nothing but her lace underwear on her bottom half. It had been almost a week since she had been chased and miraculously saved by Charlie Walker, though she never interacted with him after that night due to them being in completely different cliques. She was mainly around her boyfriend or with cheerleaders, as she was captain of the cheer team.

     As she was on the phone with her boyfriend, speaking about random topics, she got up from the bed walking over to her vanity to grab her lotion before she realized it was no longer on her vanity. Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, as she looked around for her lotion, "What the hell?" She muttered to herself, her boyfriend becoming white noise as she started moving everything around in an attempt to find her lotion. "Where the hell has my stuff disappeared to?" She said, growing annoyed as some random stuff of hers began going missing.

     At first, it was random things like hair ties, her sleeping mask, perfumes, and now her lotion. Sighing, she tangled her fingers in her hair before she plopped back down on her bed, "My lotion is missing." She complained to her boyfriend before a hand clamped over her mouth and her eyes automatically widened in fear as she tried to scream for help. Before she could, a hand reached over hung up her call, and flipped her over to her back. Quickly shoving the person away, she groaned, "Jesus, Kirby! What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at her friend, as Kirby just grinned down at her, "Movie night."

     That was all Kirby responded with and she scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "Did you break into my house just for a movie night?" She questioned, and Kirby shrugged her shoulders, "Not really breaking in, I have a spare key, remember?" She said, flashing the spare key before she grabbed her arms pulling her up from her bed. Not even bothering to get dressed, she followed Kirby down the set of stairs and into her living room where she saw people sitting on her couch. "You invited strangers into my home, seriously?"

     Upon hearing her voice, everyone turned around and looked at her, "Not a stranger." Jill said as she got up from the couch and patted her shoulder, "I'm getting a drink." Jill said as she walked into the kitchen before she rolled her eyes at her friend as she crawled over the couch and plopped down beside someone. Looking to her left, she saw Charlie sitting on her couch, and she hummed grabbing the beer that was in his hands and taking a sip. "Since when do you hang around with Kirby and Jill?" She asked, looking between Charlie and his friend Robbie.

     Charlie would have complained if it were anyone else taking his beer, but the thought of it being an indirect kiss made his body buzz, and he grabbed the beer bottle as she handed it back to him. "It's nothing permanent, I overheard them talking about horror movies and I told them I owned basically every horror movie in existence. So, here I am now." He told her, while she nodded her head before someone tapped her shoulder, "I invited him too, don't worry." Kirby said, and Charlie automatically knew who he was. Kirby had invited your boyfriend to the movie night, and that caused anger to bubble inside his stomach.

     Even though she was just on the phone with him, she knew Kirby had this all planned hours prior. Looking around she looked at Charlie with a small smile, "I own quite a lot of horror movies myself, y'know?" She said, striking up a conversation and the anger began to diminish as she sparked up a conversation with him. "Is that so?" He said, his voice almost whimpering at the thought of them sharing an interest, "It is." She said, smirking at him as she looked into his icy eyes. "Let's make a game out of it." He pitched, and she looked at him curiously, "Trivia questions, the first person to get the answer wrong has to do whatever the other says."

     Looking up to the ceiling in thought, she looked back at him grinning, "You're on, I'll trivia your ass to the ground." She said, and Charlie's heart was hammering against his chest as this was the longest conversation the two of them ever had. "First question, who was the killer in the first Friday the Thirteenth." He asked, and she laughed and looked at him, "Easy, Jason's mom, Pamela." She said, as he nodded his head impressed she actually knew stuff about horror. "Okay, let's see." She said, thinking of a question, and she grinned before looking at him, "What musician made their own version of the movie Halloween?"

     Charlie obviously knew the answer, as he had seen the movie on multiple occasions, "Rob Zombie." He said, and after a while of the two going back and forth with questions Charlie thought of a question he knew would stump her, "Who played Leatherface first?" He asked, and she looked around in thought, "Andrew-" Before she could finish her answer, Charlie immediately knew she had gotten wrong and his heart rate spiked in excitement but as he was going to tell her she was wrong someone fell in between them, wrapping their arm around her shoulder, "Hey babe." Getting up from the couch, Charlie plopped down on the loveseat next to Robbie in anger.

That was the second time you had given him attention, and he planned on getting even more of it.