#6 – Lunchtime Library Stalking

Oct. 26th

Yesterday was kind of weird.

It wasn’t so much me being weird, because I was perfectly fine. Living my life, and doing my thing.

No, the thing that was weird was how Jackie kept showing up everywhere I was and making some excuses to hang out with me or on why she was there.

Literally, on Monday, she decided she had to walk to campus at the same time I did – which she never does – and then she wanted to get dinner at the cafeteria on campus before going back to the apartment at the same time. Usually, we do our own thing and this new attention is starting to irk me.

Yesterday was Tuesday. Tuesdays for me are fairly busy but I try to dedicate a couple hours in the afternoon between classes to study. Sooo, yesterday, I decided to do that at the library during my lunch break so I could have more time to study for my midterm happening in the class like two hours after.

Apparently Jackie freaked out because she then showed up at my study room, tapping on the door like mad.

“Um, hi?” I said upon opening the door, semi-worried that someone had died and she was coming to bear the bad news. “What’s up?”

“You didn’t text me about lunch. Are you okay?”

“Jackie, I’m fine. I just had to study. I’ve got a big midterm soon and-”

“You haven’t eaten yet? What did you even have for breakfast? Did you eat breakfast? Are you feeling okay?”

I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her slightly, “Yeah, I had a muffin. That I think you baked. Was I not…supposed to?”

“No!” She almost shouted, before laughing quietly, “No, you’re fine. But, you should really eat something more substantial than just a measly muffin.” Suddenly she whirled her backpack off her shoulder and unzipped it. She then whipped out a paper lunch bag. “Here! I packed some extra lunch today, so you can have it. Make sure you eat! That’s important.”

“Um, okay.” I nodded slowly. “Thanks?”

When she didn’t move, just stood there bouncing on her toes and smiling, darting her eyes around the room, I said, “Uh, you okay?”


“Okay, great. Well, I better go study. Thanks for the food.” I gave a smile as she stepped back and I added, “A real life-saver.”

As I sat back down in the chair at my laptop, I realized that as the door had closed, I heard her mumble, “I certainly hope so.”




#5 – Lies and Spider Leggings

Oct. 24th


“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” A voice screeched from the hallway, directly outside of my bedroom door. Slowly, I woke up, eyes drooping like the fronds of a palm tree.


There was a short knock before Jackie burst into the room.

“You slept through Sunday!” She threw open the curtains in my room and added,            “And you missed a delicious breakfast I prepared myself! Green eggs and ham. Although I swapped out the green for red, in honor of the month of October, of course.”

I jumped out of bed. “What time is it? It’s Monday? Already?” Pausing from frantically trying to get my life together, I added, “Wait, when did you get back?”

“A little past…four. You were out like a light.” Jackie shook her head. “I got home this morning at like five. I didn’t want to wake you!”

With a frustrated groan, I realized I must have fallen asleep in my clothes. Again. Usually I would head straight for my PJs the moment I got home though, so I was surprised I still had jeans on. I ran towards the bathroom, almost tripping over the rug because my balance was still thrown off from sleep. Blinking, I stooped—rather ungracefully—to fix the offending piece of cloth.

“I have work!” I exclaimed. “Well, like…” I stood and faced Jackie, shoulders already drooping with defeat, “…half a day ago. But…ohmygosh, I’m going to be so fired.” I sighed.

“I think someone called in sick today.” Her face held an impish grin and struck a pose, hands on hips as she took a few long pacing steps by the door. Her legs were clad in spider leggings and they seemed to jump with every wide step she took.

Eyes narrowing, I rubbed my neck. “You did what?”

“I called in sick for you. Apparently you had food poisoning. Pity.” She pouted at me, pretending to rub away tears under her eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way! Now you have all day to party with moi! You like my leggings? I got them this morning before I got back! We can get you a pair too—”

“I still have my night classes,” I reminded her. “If I’m missing work from a fake sickness, I should at least do some homework.”

“That’s rough. You, being sick…with food poisoning and all.” She eyed me, folding her arms. “Maybe you should take a break. Rest a little. How does your head feel? Food poisoning can cause headaches too.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” I laughed a little. “It’s like you’re trying to convince me I have it or something. It’s not some disease, and my head is fine. If I really had food poisoning, I wouldn’t be worried about my head.”

She paused for a second and blinked at me, catching me off guard. Jackie was rarely at a loss of words.

Usually she had several words too many. Sometimes she even took my words.

Then, she threw her head back and let out a loud cackle, “Oh, that’s absurd. I know it’s not, like, some contagious disease. Next time I’ll say you have mono or something.”

And everything was back to normal.

Going into the bathroom, I decided splash water onto my face to wake myself up. When I was combing out my hair, I realized there was a giant lump on the back of my head. I heard a dripping noise behind me and turned to face the rest of the bathroom. Looking down at the source of the sound, I saw a red liquid dripping into the bathtub. Without much other warning, it burst from the faucet in a steady stream, roaring to life like a crimson waterfall.

I gasped, eyes wide.

            What was happening?

I must have blinked or something because suddenly there was a small flash of darkness and the bathtub was normal again, water running steadily into the tub.

It wasn’t until later, when I had left for class that I realized I hadn’t turned on the bathtub.


#3 – Popping Candy Corn

Oct. 12th

From: Jackie

Hey Evester! I’m heading out to Michael’s to get some more things for my crafting project, do you want anything?

From: Eve

Hi Jackie. Which Michael’s store are you going to?

From: Jackie

The one by Yogurtland and…like, that sandwich and soup place. WHy?

From: Eve

There’s a Sprouts there too, yeah? Can you get me some wheat bread? I usually get the Nature’s Own brand.

From: Jackie

Sure thang!

From: Eve

Thanks 🙂

“How was your day?” I asked as Jackie came through the front door.

“Horridly wonderful!” Jackie beamed at me. “There were Halloween flavors at Yogurtland!” She dumped her bags onto the breakfast nook dining table and chairs before plopping a bag marked Sprouts in front of me. “Your bread, as ordered, ma’am.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I just had the most amazing experience at Yogurtland. Their Candy Corn swirl fro-yo is THE BOMB.” Jackie twirled around before plopping down on the couch. “Like, nothing compares. Absolutely nothing.” She glanced at me. “Of course, I’ll be needing to work it off tomorrow at the gym, but it was so worth it. You need to try it some time.”

I opened the cupboard, gently placing the bread inside. “Ah, no thanks. I’ll stick with my non-sickeningly sweet foods, thank you very much.”

Jackie shook her head. “I still can’t believe you don’t like candy or chocolate for that matter. I think my roommie is insane.”

I pulled a face. “I like candy. Like, around Halloween time?” As Jackie gave me an eye roll, I added with a sigh, “I tolerate candy corn, alright? Good enough?”

She shook her head again. “Nope. I want to hear about something you like.”

“Fine. I like those green caramel apple pops. You know?” When she gave me a blank stare, I pressed my hands together and tried elaborating, “Those lollipops with the caramel around the green apple sucker candy. Um, it’s flat, not round…”

She continued to stare, with a glazed over eyes.

I threw my hands up, “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of them! And you’re the Halloween extraordinaire.”

With a jerk of her head, she waved her hand in the air. “Yes, of course I knew what you were talking about! I just wanted to see how you’d try explaining it.” Reaching her hand into the paper grocery bag, she pulled out a large plastic bag filled with little orange, white and yellow candies known for their resemblance as kernels of corn.

“It’s your lucky day!” She cheered, flouncing over to where I sat at the counter on a tall bar stool, feet dangling. “I’ve got your ‘tolerable’ candy, the oh-so-famous, deliciousness…” She began to drum roll with her feet, looking like some sort of crazed goblin. “The candy corn!”

The bag was shoved into the air with a stance of triumph before she slowly held it in front of me, undoing the little green tie around the opening. “Dinner is served!”

When I didn’t respond, she added with a staged-whisper, “I got it in bulk.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, appeasing her by taking a small handful and nibbling on the base of one of the candy corns. “Thanks.”

I didn’t think she heard me because she was already throwing back a handful, humming happily as skipped back to her grocery bag.

Knowing Jackie, it was probably filled with another giant bag of candy corn.

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