Stalkers
Sofia never expected Chris Davis wanting to date her. But yet, he does. Now, Sofia has to deal with harassment from teenage die-hard Chris fans. Will she have to say goodbye to Chris forever?
I could feel his eyes on me. I had seen this guy on TV and honestly I thought he was attractive, smart and sweet. But why would he be into me? Sofia have long, jet-black hair and a large brown eyes. She glanced back, and she really wished she didn't.
Chris was staring intensely at me. I felt our eyes lock, even from across the street. His dark eyes seemed to dig deeper into my soul as I stared back at him. He was so dark and yet I saw the good in him and his pure soul.
I turned away and ran to my house down the street, feeling him watch me run from him.
I sat on my bed, reading "The Game of Thrones" when the doorbell suddenly rang. I trudged to the door irritably. I flung the door open to find myself face-to-face with Chris Davis. The one who stared me down in the street. The eyes that seemed to hold a black fire that could never be extinguished. The one I've been secretly in love with for years.
"Hi. Are you Sofia?" The sweet sound of his voice flowed over me like chocolate.
I blinking nervously. "Yes? That's me."
"You're probably wondering how I know where you live" Chris said, smiling. And who you are."
"Well, yeah," I said, trying not to hyperventilate. "Who are you?"
I'm Chris Davis. I found you because of your neighbor's help."
My heart thundered deafeningly. "W-why did you want to find me?" I asked, my cheeks burning.
"You dropped this bracelet." Chris help up a charm bracelet. It had gold chainlinks and metal charms. I glanced at my wrist frantically. Shit, that bracelet is mine. I carefully took it from him, savoring the moment our fingers touched, the warm feeling of his hands..
"So, anyway, Chris, thanks for my bracelet." My hand shook, so I shoved them in my pockets. I silently cursed at myself.
"Actually, I have something else to ask you, "he said.
I stopped dead. "Yes?"
"You're very beautiful... would you like to go out to eat something?"he asked
My heart nearly stopped. Was this heaven?
If this is a dream let me not wake up. Or was it hell?
"I would love to,"I said to him.
He grinned. "Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow."
I was all dressed up for the date with Chris.
After I was done with makeup, I went out in the living room to sit down and wait. A few minutes passed and I heard the doorbell.
Instead of Chris, I found a small group of girls at my door. There were 4. That's odd I disliked the way they looked at me. So much anger. Before I could tell them that I didn't want any cookies, one of the spoke.
"Are you Sofia?" a teenage blonde asked menacing. She looked at me like she wanted to snap me in half.
"Yes. Who are you girls?"I said.
"Never mind that. We just wanted to say that we will be watching. You will never, ever be good enough for him. Never in a thousand years."
"Who?" Now I was confused. What was happening?
"You know who. Don't play dumb. Chris Davis. You're lucky to be dating a great guy. If you ever FUCKING hurt him, we will come here and rip you to shreds. Got that?"
"But we're not--"
"Save the bullshit until Chris gets here." They turned and left, all the while leaving me a broken feeling in my soul.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Who were these girls? Probably part of his stupid-ass fangirl club, I thought bitterly.
A few minutes could have passed, or a few hours. I couldn't tell. All I knew was I found myself sitting on the floor and the doorbell rang.
"Hey, Sofia," Chris said. "You look really nice."
"Thanks," I nearly whispered.
We left the house and drove to an expensive 5-star restaurant that I would never go to.
It was absolutely magnificent, like a place you'd find in Ibiza, we sat down at our table and waited for our.
"Sofia, what's wrong?" Chris asked, his face filled with concern. "You're as pale as a ghost. And I would know."
I laughed half-heartedly. But I sighed.
"Sofia, please. Tell me what's wrong. We're dating now. You can trust me," he said, pleadingly. His eyes begged me to tell.
I trembled slightly. " A group of girls showed up at my house a while ago and confronted me about you. They told me I wasn't good enough and never will be. They told me that they would rip me up if I ever hurt you. I'm just sort of scared."
Chris pulled me into his arms. "Oh, I'm sorry." I could feel his body warmth manifest my body.
"Do you want to leave?".
"Yes, please," I whispered into his chest.
We sat in his car. We were parked out on a cliff overlooking the city. The view was beautiful, and the night was perfect.
Chris's lip were in my hair. "So," he said. "Have you really not seen my show?"
I blushed.
I found myself in a strong relationship with Chris. I went to all his lockdowns and meet him outside. We would then return to his house and sleep for hours.
I kept getting threat letters from this girls. I didn't mention them to Chris, in fear he would get angry and try to lash out to them. They were, after all, children.
One letter caught my eye on one Sunday afternoon. 'Watch your back', it said. 'You will soon be punished. You might even die. Good surviving.'
I quickly dialed Chris's number, my hands shaking violently. "Hello?" His voice sounded tired.
"Chris, I need you at my house. Now. Please, "I begged, my voice cracking.
"What? Why? What's the matter?" he asked, sounding wide-awake and worried.
"No time to explain. Please, just get here as fast as you can," I whimpered.
"Okay, be right there."
Chris arrived at my house 10 minutes later, which was odd because it takes him 20 minutes usually.
"Now, what's the matter?" He asked. I reluctance handed him the letter.
Chris read the note and pulled me into his arms. "Oh, Sofia. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."
"What?" I pulled away. "What do you mean, it's all your fault, Chris?"
He sighed. "This group of girls...they stalk me and every time I date someone, they scare my girlfriends off. If my girlfriends don't get scared, they attack them with death threats. I try to get them to stop but they won't they nearly killed my last girlfriend. I thought that with you, it would be different. I love you, I really do. "Chris's eyes expressed love that I had never seen before.
"What do we do, Chris?" I whispered.
"I will protect you. Please stay with me, "he begged.
"I'm sorry. I love you too, but I can't be with you if I could die." I took his hands in mine. "We could still be friends."
Chris kissed my fingers. "I love you, and I always will. We're doing this for the greater good, I guess."
I smiled and let go of his hands, his kiss still lingering on my fingers. "Goodbye, Chris. we'll stay friends."
He kissed me one last time and got into his car. As I closed the door, I swear I heard girls' laughs in the loud street background.
**Spanish translation with Deepl.com**
Sofía nunca esperó que Chris Davis quisiera salir con ella. Pero, sin embargo, lo hace. Ahora, Sofía tiene que lidiar con el acoso de las fans adolescentes acérrimas de Chris. ¿Tendrá que despedirse de Chris para siempre?
Podía sentir sus ojos sobre mí. Había visto a este chico en la televisión y, sinceramente, me parecía atractivo, inteligente y dulce. Pero, ¿por qué estaría interesado en mí? Sofía tenía el pelo largo y negro como el azabache y unos grandes ojos marrones. Miró hacia atrás, y realmente deseaba que no lo hiciera.
Chris me miraba intensamente. Sentí que nuestros ojos se fijaban, incluso desde el otro lado de la calle. Sus ojos oscuros parecían clavarse en mi alma mientras le devolvía la mirada. Era tan oscuro y, sin embargo, vi el bien en él y su alma pura.
Me di la vuelta y corrí a mi casa, calle abajo, sintiendo que me veía huir de él.
Me senté en mi cama, leyendo "Juego de Tronos", cuando de repente sonó el timbre de la puerta. Me dirigí a la puerta con irritación. Abrí la puerta de golpe y me encontré cara a cara con Chris Davis. El que me miraba fijamente en la calle. Los ojos que parecían contener un fuego negro que nunca podría extinguirse. Aquel del que he estado secretamente enamorada durante años.
"Hola. ¿Eres Sofía?" El dulce sonido de su voz fluyó sobre mí como el chocolate.
Parpadeé nerviosa. "¿Sí? Soy yo".
"Seguramente te preguntarás cómo sé dónde vives" dijo Chris, sonriendo. Y quién eres".
"Bueno, sí", dije, tratando de no hiperventilar. "¿Quién eres tú?"
Soy Chris Davis. Te encontré gracias a la ayuda de tu vecino".
Mi corazón tronó ensordecedoramente. "¿Por qué querías encontrarme?" pregunté, con las mejillas encendidas.
"Se te cayó esta pulsera". Chris ayudó a levantar una pulsera de dijes. Tenía eslabones dorados y dijes de metal. Me miré la muñeca frenéticamente. Mierda, esa pulsera es mía. Se la quité con cuidado, saboreando el momento en que nuestros dedos se tocaron, la cálida sensación de sus manos...
"En fin, Chris, gracias por mi pulsera". Me tembló la mano, así que me la metí en los bolsillos. Me maldije en silencio.
"En realidad, tengo algo más que preguntarte", dijo.
Me detuve en seco. "¿Sí?"
"Eres muy guapa... ¿te gustaría salir a comer algo? "preguntó
Mi corazón casi se detuvo. ¿Era esto el cielo?
Si esto es un sueño que no me despierte. ¿O era el infierno?
"Me encantaría", le dije.
Él sonrió. "¡Genial! Te recogeré mañana".
Me arreglé para la cita con Chris.
Cuando terminé de maquillarme, salí al salón para sentarme y esperar. Pasaron unos minutos y oí el timbre de la puerta.
En lugar de Chris, me encontré con un pequeño grupo de chicas en mi puerta. Eran 4. Es extraño que me disgustara la forma en que me miraban. Mucho enfado. Antes de que pudiera decirles que no quería galletas, una de ellas habló.
"¿Eres Sofía?", preguntó amenazante una adolescente rubia. Me miró como si quisiera partirme en dos.
"Sí. ¿Quiénes sois vosotras?", dije.
"Eso no importa. Sólo queríamos decirte que te estaremos observando. Nunca, nunca serás lo suficientemente buena para él. Ni en mil años".
"¿Quién?" Ahora estaba confundido. ¿Qué estaba pasando?
"Tú sabes quién. No te hagas el tonto. Chris Davis. Tienes suerte de salir con un gran tipo. Si alguna vez lo lastimas, vendremos aquí y te haremos pedazos. ¿Entendido?"
"Pero nosotros no..."
"Guárdate las gilipolleces hasta que llegue Chris". Se dieron la vuelta y se fueron, mientras me dejaban un sentimiento roto en el alma.
Quería llorar, pero no podía. ¿Quiénes eran esas chicas? Probablemente parte de su estúpido club de fangirls, pensé con amargura.
Podían haber pasado unos minutos, o unas horas. No podría decirlo. Lo único que sabía era que me encontraba sentada en el suelo y que había sonado el timbre de la puerta.
"Hola, Sofía", dijo Chris. "Estás muy guapa".
"Gracias", casi susurré.
Salimos de la casa y nos dirigimos a un caro restaurante de cinco estrellas al que nunca iría.
Era absolutamente magnífico, como un lugar que encontrarías en Ibiza, nos sentamos en nuestra mesa y esperamos nuestro.
"Sofía, ¿qué pasa?" preguntó Chris, con la cara llena de preocupación. "Estás tan pálida como un fantasma. Y yo lo sabría".
Me reí a medias. Pero suspiré.
"Sofía, por favor. Dime qué te pasa. Ahora estamos saliendo. Puedes confiar en mí", dijo, suplicante. Sus ojos me suplicaban que lo contara.
Temblé ligeramente. "Un grupo de chicas se presentó en mi casa hace un tiempo y me enfrentó a ti. Me dijeron que no era lo suficientemente buena y que nunca lo sería. Me dijeron que me destrozarían si alguna vez te hacía daño. Estoy un poco asustado".
Chris me atrajo hacia sus brazos. "Oh, lo siento". Podía sentir el calor de su cuerpo manifestando mi cuerpo.
"¿Quieres irte?".
"Sí, por favor", susurré en su pecho.
Nos sentamos en su coche. Estábamos aparcados en un acantilado con vistas a la ciudad. La vista era hermosa, y la noche era perfecta.
Los labios de Chris estaban en mi pelo. "Así que", dijo. "¿De verdad no has visto mi programa?"
Me sonrojé.
Me encontré en una fuerte relación con Chris. Iba a todos sus encierros y me encontraba con él fuera. Luego volvíamos a su casa y dormíamos durante horas.
Seguí recibiendo cartas de amenaza de estas chicas. No se las mencionaba a Chris, por miedo a que se enfadara y tratara de arremeter contra ellas.