YOUR P.O.V-
He's coming, he's f*ucking coming.
I can hear his footsteps against the pavement and they're echoing loudly in my ears. It's an almost deafening sound.
I saw him watching me at the after party. He didn't drink a single thing, even though he sat intently, talking to his band mates and others at the bar.
I don't know if he was watching me the whole entire time but he was definitely stealing glances. And be held eye contact a few times. Tilting his head back, grinning wickedly.
Why me? I wasn't dressed too provocatively. I barely put on any makeup.
Whereas he was probably the most well dressed and made up person in the whole entire place.
I knew who he was. Chris Cerulli, motionless whatever you call him. The singer of motionless in white.
The apmas had just en
