Hey Stalker Quotes

Not sure how you can get them to him without looking like a crazy stalker chick," Micah says. "You think I'm a crazy stalker chick?" "You're using an ancient war manual to try to win back your boyfriend. I think you're a girl who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants," he says. "Hey, at least you're committed.

Nick found Gabriel in his bedroom, sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by textbooks. Headphones trailed from his ears, and his pencil tapped in time with whatever he was listening to. He either didn’t notice Nick standing at the door, or he deliberately wasn’t looking up. Nick wanted to shove him off the bed and kick him in the face. Not aggressive, my ass. Gabriel finally looked up and yanked the headphones free. “So I have to leave you alone, but you get to stand there like a freaky stalker?” Oh, good. New adjectives. Nick told his heartbeat to chill out. He pushed Gabriel’s door open. “I need to talk to you about something.” Gabriel stared at him. Nick could read the debate on his face: screw with Nick or just play it easy. He went with the latter. His pencil dropped into the spine of his trig textbook. “Okay. Talk.” “If you grabbed someone by the wrist, could you set their skin on fire without anyone knowing you were doing it?” Gabriel’s eyebrows went up. “Not exactly what I thought you’d want to talk about.” Nick didn’t have an answer for that. He kept his gaze steady and waited. “Look, Nicky . . .” Gabriel hesitated. “Whatever I did to piss you off, just—” “Forget it.” Nick was halfway out his door before Gabriel slid off the bed to grab his arm. “Stop,” said his twin. “I’ll answer your question, all right?” Nick stopped, but he didn’t look at him... Gabriel drew a ragged breath, and it took Nick a second to even remember his question about burning. “I don’t know. I’d have to try it. It would take a lot of control. A lot of focus.” “Fine.” Nick held out his wrist, the good one. “Try it.” “Okay.” Nick braced himself, but Gabriel turned his head. “Hey, Chris. Come here. I want to try something.” Chris came out of his room, took one look at them, and turned around. “No way. I know that look.” But Gabriel was too quick. He rushed around Nick and caught Chris’s door before it latched. He forced his way through. And five seconds later, Chris was yelling and punching him and shoving past Nick to get to the bathroom. He was clutching his wrist. “What the f**k, Gabriel?” Then the door slammed and the water was running. Gabriel turned to Nick and smiled. “So, yeah. I can do it.

He cocked his head. "But why did you come to begin with?" "I think you know, Callum," she answered, embarrassed. "Yeah, I think I do, but I want to hear it from you." Why not tell him? This whole sequence wouldn't amount to much more than a dream tomorrow, anyway. "Because you're amazing, because you're a rock star, because you move me. There are probably a million girls on the planet who would do anything to be where I am right now." Luckily, she didn't tell him she loved him; that would have been really awkward. She made herself breathe. "But I took advantage of this ability I have. The real truth is that last night, I'm not sure I could have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I just never thought..." Sylvie trailed off, unable to continue. "What?" "I never thought you'd be able to see me. Most people can't." "Really?" His expression was almost smug. "So why do you think I can?" "I don't know. I don't think anyone really understands how this works. Most times I float around and go unnoticed. I thought if I could just see you, I could make a kind of peace with that." She looked down at her feet, feeling inexcusable. "I'm getting this all wrong. I just wanted to apologize, that's all. And now I really do sound like a stalker." He laughed. "Hey, there are worse things in the world than being stalked by a beautiful girl who has this amazing ability to fly out of her body any time she wants to. What else can you do, Sylvie?" The question lingered in the air. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about anything spiritual at all. In fact, she got the distinct impression that he was flirting with her. "Don't you want me to leave? Aren't you pissed off?" she asked. He laughed again, totally at ease. She wished she were as relaxed. "Listen, I'm a guy who likes his privacy. But there's something about you... something special. It seems crazy, but maybe I can see you because I'm meant to see you." Sylvie didn't know what to say.

I tear my lips away from hers and fling her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she protests, kicking her feet and slapping me on the back. “You can’t just pick me up like I’m a sack of potatoes! I am not a potato!” I laugh, and Lord, am I in love with this woman. “You’re not a potato,” I confirm as I walk in the direction of the cabin. “But if you were, you’d be the most delicious potato in the world.” “I can’t fucking talk to you. You’re just all the way crazy in the head,” she spits out.

Em answered the phone on the second ring. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey,’ I said. ‘It’s me. What’s up?’ ‘That was Mark Tipene in your kitchen last night, wasn’t it?’ ‘It was.’ ‘Mark Tipene! The All Black!’ ‘Yep,’ I said. ‘Did you find him on the Weetbix box?’ But she was not to be diverted. ‘And just how, pray, do you know Mark Tipene?’ I sat down cross-legged on the bench in the lunch room. ‘I fell over his feet at a party a few weeks ago. His cousin’s share-milking just out of town, and he was down here visiting. And then he came in to work and asked me out.’ My stepmother was temporarily stricken dumb, but I heard the sounds of laboured breathing down the phone. ‘Em,’ I said gently, ‘you sound like a stalker.’ ‘You’re seeing Mark Tipene,’ she repeated. ‘Um. Yes. I think so,’ I said, looking across the lunch room at his picture and smiling wonderingly to myself. ‘Sweetie, he’s gorgeous.’ ‘I know.

Babygirl…” He steadies my hips with his hands and drops his forehead down to mine. “Hey, Daddy. Fancy seeing you here.” He’s got his grumpy face on, but it fades when I tip my head back and give him a quick kiss on the lips. His breath fans my face as he exhales and relaxes. “Six hours was way too long to go without touching you. I wanted to smack every single guy who got a look at your gorgeous tits.” “Yeah, I know. But it’s not them I’m going home with tonight. It’s you, Daddy. And I’m proud of you.” “You’re proud of me? What for?” I go up on my tiptoes and circle his neck with my arms, running my fingers through the back of his short, dark hair. “Proud of you for curbing your caveman stalker tendencies and leaving me be, big tits and all, when I know what you really wanted to do was throw me over your shoulder and drag me back to your cave.

although he’d had hopes. And stalker tendencies. For the past week, he’d hung around the mansion for however many nights in a row, hoping to see her in the midst of one of her visits to service the Brotherhood. Because, hey, nothing says, “I wanna date ya,” like grounds for a restraining order.