[ WP ] Make me sympathize with a stalker .

High school was an awkward time for all of us. It's a time of development, both mentally, physically, and emotionally. I was always the awkward lanky kid in the back of the class; the one that everyone kinda disliked, but no one really made fun of, because, well, what's the point. I did n't really socially bloom until about senior year. That's when she came into my life. 
 Samantha was the tall, popular blonde that seemed like she'd be some snarky bitch from a TV show when, in all actuality, she was extremely nice. I was starting to actually give a shit about school around this time, and, in particular, took a keen interest into math and physics. Samantha was in all of my classes, and she recognized how gifted I was in these fields. That was when she gave me her number -- my first girl number. 
 
 I always will remember that day fondly; we had just recently gotten our tests back from the teacher, and I had gotten a 95 % when I was expecting something like an 80 %. Samantha glanced over and saw the score and asked if I could possibly tutor her. I told her I've never tutored anyone in my life, but she told me that it was OK, she only needed a little help. 
 I get to Samantha's help with the study guide and the homework only to find her watching a movie in her room. She told me that she wanted to watch the movie and work, and so I should show her all of the work. I started to work on the homework and really lost myself within all of it, and finally after about an hour or two I look up and, what do you know, she's done too. 
 
 That's when I realized how intelligent Samantha is. Like who else could grasp the concept of a derivative in the time it takes to watch a movie? I started texting her more even though she did n't respond that often. I finally had someone I could tell my deepest innermost thoughts; Samantha had become, in essence, my Beatrice. I think she liked me too, and was waiting on me to make the first move. So I asked her out, but she told me that she had cheerleading practice that day. 
 
 Throughout the year I only ever really hung out with Samantha at her house. We became closer and close though, but eventually the time came when we had to go to college. I got accepted into a pretty prestigious college, where as to Samantha had planned on going to a community college. She told me it was because her parents could n't afford any better, and she did n't really get any scholarships with cheerleading, so I completely understood. 
 I really began to fall in love with her while I was in college. Distance makes the heart fonder, as they say. I tried texting her every week, but she was becoming more and more distant as the weeks turned into months. Soon I was lucky to get a reply at all. I began to really worry -- Samantha did talk about how she had some kind of congenital heart disease, something like WPW. 
 
 She then messaged me she had to stop talking to me altogether, due to her dad not paying for her phone bill anymore. I started to email, but one thing led to another and what were updates on how my life and studies were going turned into me pouring my heart out to her for any kind of response. She stopped emailing me altogether, and I completely shut down. I had to drop out of college; I lost the only form of social life I had, and emotionally was sundered. 
 
 I moved back in with my parents and became a cashier at the local Kroger. I started roaming the internet more and more, as that had become my only form of a social life. It was then that I decided I could look up Samantha. 
 
 Four years after college I found Samantha, too, was living with her parents. I recalled our conversations in high school about how much she hated her parents, though, and realized this was my chance to be her prince charming and swoop her away. 
 I visited her work place and tried to find her. She greeted me enthusiastically, telling me how great I am and how good I'm looking and telling me a little about herself. She then said she could n't really talk anymore, due to her boss being, `` Such a bitch, Jesus.'' 
 I decided to visit her again, but found she was n't working there. I did a little snooping, and discovered the work schedule. This worked perfectly with my plan to finally rescue Samantha from her demonic father and get away from my life of conformation with the system. We could go back to college together and start working on our degrees, and my parents could finally stop regretting me as a son. 
 
 I had enough in my savings to get a small trailer, and soon was using that as both my home and my form of transportation. I followed Samantha around to really get a good perspective on her lifestyle, and to really figure out how best to go through with this amazing plan. I parked my trailer near her house, not wanting to seem too stalkerish. 
 
 I walked into her work again, but found that her coworkers were n't letting me anywhere near her, calling me a,'creep,' and just,'some loser off the streets.' Well, they were technically completely right. But I was going to be something, and Samantha was going to be part of it. 
 Finally I had it all ready. I had a ring bought; I was n't going to propose to her, of course, but rather just use it as a promise ring to tell her she's the only one that I'll ever be with. I had enough gas in the trailer to leave the state and ensure her father would never catch us. All that was left was finding her. 
 
 I waited in her work for her, knowing that it was one of the days that she was working, but I did n't find her anywhere. Finally, when closing time hit, I decided tomorrow would be a better day and stepped outside. 
 
 That's when I saw her, beautiful as ever. I started following her, but could n't quite find the right words. `` Samantha, I love you and want to spend forev-'' no, too quick. `` Samantha, I have this fantastic plan and I have it all read-'' no, also too quick. `` Samantha, I have these strong feelings for you. And I do n't know how best to explain them, but rather I wan na show them to you by-.'' 
 
 She turned around, and saw my face, and screamed. 
 
 `` Get the fuck away from me you creepy stalker. I'm sick and tired of your shit. I was fucking pitying you all those years ago, I was never you're friend. Jesus Christ Steve, do you really think I'd ever have feelings, even as a friend, for someone like you? For being such a genius, you're such a dumbass. Go home, Steve. Like the rest of us did after college. Go home and grow up. Leave me alone or I'm going to call the police.'' 
 
 She was completely furious and running away, leaving me to sit there and realize that she was completely right. I slowly walked back to my trailer. 

