Oh l'amour part deux: stalk or be stalked

Remember that guy from class who totally planted his fat lips on my face after I told him I wasn't interested? Well, in a brilliant move of self-preservation, I transferred to a different class and assumed I'd never see him again. Problem solved!

I saw him in the French library a few nights later. "Victoria," he exclaimed. "It's you!"

I'll admit it, I panicked. I turned tail and fled. Luckily, my ride was waiting and I was able to make a quick escape.

The following day, I was not so lucky. Due to a series of unfortunate events, Emme was late in picking me up and I didn't have my phone, so I wandered the parking lot in search of her. It wasn't an easy task: the traffic here is terrible and the drivers are absolutely locos. Also everybody drives the same kind of car. Really. After searching for some time, I decided to wait by the front. That's when I heard his voice:

"Victoria!" (I am coming to dread hearing my full name.)

I turned and slipped inside, hurriedly scrambling upstairs and into the girls bathroom where I sequestered myself inside a stall. I didn't really think Leon would follow me. I didn't think he'd even seen where I went. Still, to be safe, I pulled out my iPod and passed some time reading a few chapters from Way of Kings (love that book). When the cleaning lady finally kicked me out, I stepped into the hall…

…to discover Leon sitting there, waiting for me.

"Victoria," he said, closing his book and smiling. "I have been waiting for you."

No! Really?

I stomped past him, holding my hand out warningly. "Don't talk to me," I snapped.

"Please," he said in the most sickly-sweet, most pitiful, patético voice. He gazed up at me with gleaming, sable eyes. "Do you really mean that? I just wanted to talk to you."

"DON'T TALK TO ME. DON'T EVER GET NEAR ME AGAIN," I bellowed as I stormed down the stairs and out the door. Outside, the air was cool and fresh, but it did little to lessen my annoyance as I stalked around the parking lot in search of Emme's car. I ran into the security guard, but he didn't speak any English and I decided a game of charades wasn't necessary––I was more furious than frightened, and judged I wasn't in real danger––so I moved back inside and bravely made my tragic last stand in the middle of the cafeteria (I thought that sounded like pretty noble place to have a last stand) where I could watch the door.

I didn't have to wait long before in rushed Emme. She'd had a crazy time trying to come pick me up, but I told her about my escapades and totally won the who-had-a-crazier-night contest. Judged by me. Ha.

All that remains of Leon's roses.

Seriously, though. My love life.