Chelsea's point of view: "... is it okay if I kiss you?" My heart suddenly raced vividly. It was as if I was going to have a heart-attack. I wanted it. Longed for it. Desired it. Blushing tremendously, I slowly nodded. This is so embarrassing. May someone just shoot me now! Rick looked totally shocked with my response. His eyes were popped out. His jaw was wide open. Maybe he didn't expect me to say "yes" after all. While waiting for him to recover from the shock, I decided to tease him a little bit. "Aren't you going to kiss me? Aaah~ I've changed my mind. I don't want to kiss anymo-" "NO! I want to kiss!" Rick desperately spat out as he quickly grabbed my shoulders. I giggled. Rick is just too cute! Rick positioned himself and slightly tilted his head. He nervously moved his head closer to mine. Suddenly, he stopped. "Is there something wrong?" I asked, really concerned. "It's just that..." Rick nervously explained, "... I'm too nervous. It's as if I'm going to have a nervous-breakdown." Isn't Rick sooo cute? From a hot play-boy to an innocent little dork? "Well, let's just stop here. And just take it slowly." I suggested and patted his back. Rick immediately frowned. "I really wanted to kiss you, Chelsea. It's just that my heart can't take it. You're too beautiful." I blushed furiously. "Stop with the flattery, okay?" I spat out and turned around. I must have looked like a cherry by now. "Where you going?" Rick asked as he grabbed my hand again. "Cafeteria. Starving." I answered while massaging my empty stomach. "May I come with you?" Rick pleaded as he gave me his famous puppy-dog eyes. "Could I even get rid of you?" I teased as he frowned. He's just TOO cute. "Two spaghetti plates, please." I ordered as Rick grabbed some drinks. The lunchlady looked at my bluntly. "Only one left, missy." "One?" I asked in horror. "Too bad." the lunchlady sarcastically remarked as she wrapped the last spaghetti. I sadly brought the last spaghetti plate to the table Rick reserved for the both of us. "Why only one?" Rick questioned as he saw what I was holding. "Uncaring lunchlady." I answered bluntly. I pushed the spaghetti plate to Rick's side of the table. Surprised, Rick quickly looked at me. "Why are you giving this to me?" Rick asked as he pointed at the plate. "Because I'm giving it to you." I joked. "But you're hungry." Rick insisted as he pushed the spaghetti plate to my side of the table. Since I knew that there was no use arguing with Rick, I just pulled the plate closer to me and grabbed the fork. As soon as the fork touched the spaghetti, I heard a grumbling sound. I immediately looked up. It was Rick's stomach. "I'm not hungry." Rick quickly defended. The next thing I knew was that I was on the floor laughing. After a second, Rick joined me. People were staring at us, not even knowing what to do. "Silence!" the lunchlady called out. I bit my lip and made my way to my chair. Rick did the same. A smile crept from Rick's handsome face and I guess mine also appeared. We shared the spaghetti plate between the both of us. It didn't really look like we were sharing. It looked like we were having a fun food-fight. Over-all, I had heaps of fun. Surprisingly, it was Rick who made me laugh throughout the day. "I'll take you home." Rick offered as he reached for my bag. "No, I'm okay. Get some rest." I smiled. "Okay, bye." Rick whispered and kissed my forehead gently. Rick is so sweet. I slowly walked home. I took time contemplating with what happened today. Was Rick already my boyfriend? Are we together now? Deciding that I would just confirm it to Rick tomorrow, I ran towards my house. Suddenly, I saw a figure hide as it saw me. Was I imagining things? I walked more slowly and intently observed the same place I saw the figure. THERE IT IS AGAIN! Scared, I immediately fondled my keys and got inside my house. "Mom? Dad?" I called out. My voice was trembling with fear. Silence. "Where are they?" I angrily thought aloud. I saw a note across the table saying... "We'll be home late, sweetie." Just great. A dangerous man is probably watching me outside and I'm all alone here in this house. Just great. But maybe... It was just my imagination? I slowly peeked by the window. No one was there. Just darkness. A dog. And a shadow. A SHADOW!!! Absolutely terrified, I quickly grabbed my cellphone. I panickingly dialed Rick's number. "Chelsea!" Rick happily answered. I peeked at my window again. The man is gone! Suddenly, I saw the figure at the gate of my house, looking straight at me. I immediately docked down. My face turned ashen white. My heartbeat quickened. "Chelsea? Something wrong?" Rick asked, totally concerned. I room a deep breath. "Rick... "I'm being stalked."