Falling

Part 14

"Well there's your answer," I shot her a look that clearly said that I wasn't following. "You need to find out more about him." I had already tried and failed. Google held no answers and I had no other information sources.  

"Have you Googled him yet?" she asked. I let out a sigh of relief that I wasn't the only one who thought of Googling him. At least I knew that I hadn't become a full on stalker.  

"Yeah, but nothing came up. The only results I got were of this writer Maria Valtorta who wrote about her guardian Angel, Azariah," I got chills even thinking about it. The hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. I had no idea why I was getting so freaked over something so not-freaky but my intuition was telling me there was more to Matt than he was letting on and that there was somehow a link between them "That was it, nothing about him. It really freaked me out I swear, it's like he doesn't exist." I could hear how worked up I was getting and I couldn't help thinking that I sounded quite pathetic.  

"Chill, just because the boy likes to lay low doesn't mean the world has come to an end. Just so you know not everyone has a Facebook," Evelyn was just who I needed. So rational, she could always keep me calm (which is important as I have a tendency to overreact. Yes I know, I'm a total drama queen but I can't help it. I blame my overactive imagination.). "Have you thought about following him?" How she said that with a straight face I would never know.  

"No! What do you take me for? Some sort of crazy stalker?" I was a tad bit defensive; after all it was only a suggestion.  

"I'm just saying, if the net doesn't hold the answers what else can you try?" I knew she was right. It was the only way I was going to get answers. She looked across the room to Matt who was staring at me. Right at me. Staring deep into my eyes. Just his stare filled me with warmth. She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers and smiled her seductive, sexy smile. Turning back to face me she giggled.  

"Hey, if you decide you don't want him, I'll gladly take him off your hands. Did I mention that that boy is fine? I mean seriously hot!" she said  

"Hands off or I'll turn all Saffron Maxwell on you." We both laughed out loud at that. We both shut up at once when Miss Presley turned around. She may be a push over but her glare was enough to give me chills. She was completely harmless but she looked like she wouldn't hesitate to punch me around the face if I didn't shut up and that was enough to put me off.  

"So this following thing, how do I do it?" I asked  

"Duh, it's not rocket science. Just wait after school until he gets in his car and follow him. Obviously you should stay at least five feet away minimum at all times and be inconspicuous so that he doesn't know he's following you" she said  

"What happens if he catches me?"  

"Well, he might be like Dr Jekyll, Mr Hide and get so angry he'll kill you," Her voice wasn't playful or high pitched or showed any hint that she was joking. Her face was sombre and serious. I thought back to yesterday. My theory about Matt being the Barbie killer - seriously either they think of a better name or I'm just going to refuse to call him by his media given title - came rushing back. Just because I didn't think that Matt was capable of murder, didn't mean that it wasn't possible. All the evidence did point to him.  

My eyes grew wide and my face crumpled up in horror. What if I was falling/fallen (I haven't decided which one yet) for a serial killer? I shivered at the thought.  

"Gullible much? God relax, he's not actually going to kill you! Besides you aren't going to get caught."  

"Yeah but what if I do?  

"Just make up an excuse about why you're there. You're like the best in our year at drama, I'm sure you could get through one little lie." Not around Matt I thought around Matt I'm a tong-tied, stuttering, terrible liar. I swear it's like impossible to lie to him I just want to tell the truth. One look from him and I would spill my guts. I just nodded. I couldn't explain to her my inability to lie around him.