@ Tiffany: You're totally correct! Updating later. I have exams for tomorrow so it might take a while.
Rick's point of view: "An ex-girlfriend?" Dale repeated, "Don't you have many of those? Why is this 'Nash' special?" I flinched. "She's not special." I growled. Dale looked at me seriously. "You better focus on one girl only before you hurt both." "Don't worry. Chelsea's the only one." I assured Dale with a smile and walked away. I walked slowly along the corridors. Why did Nash come back?! What did she want from me? Suddenly, I saw Adam walking limply across the corridor. "Adam!" I called out to him, "Where are you going?" Adam, who looked startled, quickly looked away. "I'm going... um... somewhere. See you around." "Okay..." I trailed off. Adam's definitely acting weird. I watched him as he exited the door and as he glanced at me for the last time. I grabbed my cellphone. "Chelsea?" I quickly said as I heard the click. "Rick! How are you?" Chelsea cheerfully asked. "Better. Now that I've heard your voice." I cooed. "Aaaw," Chelsea beamed, "I felt better also. So, what's up?" I smiled. "Nothing. I just want to hear your voice." Chelsea laughed. "Stop! You're seriously making me want to see you right this very moment." I smiled. "How about 8:00 pm, your place?" "That's a deal! I'll cook." Chelsea excitedly said and ended the call. I rushed home and started packing up some games and stuff for my "romantic" dinner with Chelsea. And do you know? I showered 4 times for this dinner. I just have to look and smell best for this. When I was all set, I grabbed my keys and zoomed to Chelsea's house. I stopped the car and thought for a minute. "What if I surprise her by climbing in her balcony?" I thought aloud. Thinking that it was a good idea, I got out of the car and tiptoed to Chelsea's house. Suddenly, I stopped. There was a man again. Same figure. Same position. Same clothes. It was the STALKER AGAIN. I tiptoed some more and stared at him. He looked awfully familiar. The stalker shifted position and walked towards his car. I gasped. Was I imagining it? Or the stalker was... ... really WALKING LIMPLY?!