Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"You should have just let me go," I whined as I squirmed in the chair she had forced me to sit in.
She ignored me and stared at the wall across from me. Her eyes were bloodshot, but I could see the determination in them to prove her point. The skin on her face was tight, making her look younger than her twenty-one years.Her hair was a mess, a tumble of reds, browns, and blacks. Her body was lean and tan from all the hours spent working out in the sun. She wore a tank top and leggings that showed off her shapely legs. "I don't want you to go," she said flatly. "Why do you think I do?" I shrugged my shoulders."Because you're a stalker."
"Not a stalker," I said, crossing my arms and blinking back tears. "Just a fan and she slapped my hands away from my pockets, thrusting her hips into my face so I could smell her, "and I follow you because I want to see you play tennis.