The park and a stalker

You jogged past me in the park as I pretended to tie my shoe so I can watch your firm ass move. I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of it, a mouth drooling body you have.

I moved my foot off the bench too fast and almost fell over. I have never done this before, but this is a new hobby I took up recently. Jogging. Just to see you, just to get an understanding of your routine, your mind.

I didn't realize how unfit and out of shape I was until my first day. I almost died after just ten minutes of following you. My lungs burned, my head felt like it was going to pop. Not to mention how I almost passed out. Thankfully, a sweet old couple offered me a bottle of water. 

In that moment, I thought for sure that I was a goner; it was like my entire body was shutting down. My eyes blurred and stung from sweat, my legs never felt so heavy before. I had no use for myself the next day.

But now I'm a pro at it, and I never looked or felt better.

I now have an ass, a very perky, nice ass. Toned legs, and my abs were slowly coming in. I was even eating healthier, ok maybe a burger once a month, but everyone has their cheat days.

It was a good thing you motivated me, Russell, if it wasn't for you. I might have been unhealthy, overweight and unfit.

No longer did I see that nerdy girl from high school, with uneven brunette bangs, ready to pop pimples, and that God awful braces that every food I ate stuck to.

I felt great and looked stunning.

Thank you.

You made me into a better person and didn't even know it. I even changed my look by cutting my hair into a bob style, with blonde highlights. I have upgraded my closet with the latest fashion, so no longer am I a wallflower, but I am now something in your eyes.

It was all for you Russell, after all, you were worth the change.

I jogged along the trail you went on. There were a lot more cyclists on this side and I could see them giving you dirty looks. One even yelled, while another asked if you were an idiot. I feel tempted to kick one of them off their bike's, but I might only end up hurting myself.

But would you help me up if I fell? Would you care or even glance back if I was injured, even though I did it for you?

"Get out of the way!''

''What do you think this place belongs to you?" I yell back at one of them, then kicked at his bike. Luckily he dodged, so I didn't trip, but he collided with another rider and soon they all go tumbling down.

And again lucky for me, you stopped to tie your left shoe, and I decided that was my queue, I am finally going to talk to you. 

'This is my chance, do it now.'

'Get his attention now Chelsea, don't be a square.'

I pretended to fall, landing on my hands and knees.

'I hope you like this pose, Russell.'

You looked back, startled, almost dropping your iPod.

'I haven't seen those in ages, a classic man I guess.'

But that is what I like about you.

"Are you ok?" He lend a hand.

'Such a gentleman you are.' 

'Wow, your hands are so soft. Do you even work? No, stupid me. We work in the same place. But what about domestic work, gardening maybe? No, you don't look like the type.'

I gratefully took it, basking in the warmth, but the minute I was on my feet, his hands were gone.

"Yeah, uneven paths." I said, smiling.

But I'm fine with falling for you over, over and over. As long as you are there to catch me.

"Ok." He said.

'Just ok?'

'Nothing else?'

'No, be my careful?'

'Or even watch where you run.'

"Well, enjoy your run." I told him.

I didn't realize that his girlfriend was sitting on the bench; she scrunched her nose up while looking at me.

'This no good, trash.'

I wanted to scream, to slap her, just walk up to Russell and tell him how in love with him I am. Of course, I couldn't now, not yet, but in due time.

Instead, I put my tail between my legs and went home. Immediately getting in the shower to wash my failure away.

'Stupid, stupid.'

I hit my head with my fists, then banged it on the tiled walls.

'You are mine, and only mine.'

'Damn that partner of your.'

'She needs to be gone, out of the picture. I should be the only one in your life. You don't need friends, just me.'

She has what is mine, and I want it back.

I walked to my computer desk, naked and dripping wet. I didn't even bother towelling off, and sat there.

I typed in Olivia's name, (Party girl Oli -_- cute babe Liv), is her user name.

How trashy, but fitting for a girl like her.

'Why can't you see the type of person she is.'

Her pictures say it all. A wh*re, that only knows how to party.

I bet she secretly has sugar daddies, or what if you were her sugar parent without knowing it?

'I can't let this happen to you.'

She's not even friends with you on F******k.

'Don't you find that strange?'

'She has an I*******m?'

With her real name, Olivia Wright.

More like Olivia 'Slight', she's living a double life.

'I bet she is a man, well she does look like a man.'

Pretending to be a calm, business minded preppy girl who only read books, volunteers at animal shelters, loves yoga and donating to the less fortunate.

'Yeah right.'

You two are following each other here.

'Don't you find it odd that she only follows you and like five other people?'

'This person is a psychopath, why can't you see that?'

'Maybe even a killer.'

'What are you hiding, Oli girl?'

I have to get to the bottom of this to protect you.