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Ali' continued to follow her for a bit. She talked to another student who's name he never caught, but whatever. His better judgement had told him he should have been a bit more cautious while following her, but his nerves and body never listened that well. One could say all he ended up doing was look more stalker-ish then he had ever planned on. Well, not that he ever planned on looking it in the first place. While this had happened, she also saw her slide something into a plastic bag. He couldn't tell what had happened entirely, but he had a hunch it involved the firearm the person on her phone had talked about. If only Ali' had brought his binoculars....

After that thought flew through his head his current fear had been realized. She saw him. He was almost paralyzed with fear as she walked towards him. He stood stiff and still as she looked him over. He couldn't help but think [i] 'What does she see in me?'[/i] as she gazed at him. Hopefully nothing too bad, but he wouldn't be surprised if she was irritated or just plain pissed. 

Her tone seemed to imply that Ali' was right. [b]"Excuse me, but can I help you with something?"[/b] Alistairs mouth threw out a reply before he could even start to think of how to get himself out of this mess. 


[color=ec008c]"Sup' Bitch."[/color] [i]Holy shit[/i] he regretted even breathing in her direction. If Alistairs mouth was a plane he had just caused 9-11.