Chapter 22

How long does my stalker would send me pictures?

I just sighed as I looked at the pictures that I just received. I can't still tell it to Bullet, I'm afraid...

Brandon gave me a one week day off, he said, Bullet and I need to know each other more. Just like that.

I hide the boxes under my bed. For the past months, I collected it all and it's now too many! How can I manage to hide it for too long? Sooner or later Bullet would find out and I don't know what will be the outcome.

I heard the knock on my door. I quickly hide it and look at my self in the mirror. Nothing change. Still me. The glasses. The curly hair. The grandma clothes.

"Hi!" I greeted him the moment I opened the door.

He plastered a boyish grin. "Hi to you too, baby." he comes in.

We sat at the couch. He snake his arms around me. I smiled.

"I want to tell you something!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me with curious look. "Shoot."

I smirk. "I just knew yesterday that you and Brandon, you two are best of friends!"

His face cru