(9) Riley P. Sherman

"...Stalking me?" I muttered silently while taking a step back.

"Jay Emerson... stalking me?" I started laughing hysterically, "Now that's a joke!"

Jay's facial features hardened and something weird happened; he grabbed me by my shoulders and hugged me tightly.

I'm dreaming. I have got to be dreaming. Jay Emerson, the son of Emily and Adam Emerson, will never, I repeat, will never hug me. Let alone stalk me.

But with his strong scent hitting my nose and successfully making me feel nauseous, with his warm arm wrapped around me, and his very fluffy hair that makes him seem like he just came fresh out from a conditioner commercial; I know that this is happening.

"Stalking you may or may not be true," He inhaled deeply, "It also may or may not be a lie, but please..." He paused, "...please be safe."

I awkwardly patted his back, "Uh yeah..."

Hugging me tighter, he whispered, "Please."

I pulled away from him and crossed my arms with a pout. "No duh, I'll obviously do my best to be safe. Lik