Becky's POV
We spent the next few days making sure Amy didn’t mope around, trying to avoid them at all costs by going anywhere we thought they wouldn’t go. Yet everywhere we turned, there they were, waiting and watching. If they weren’t, the woman from the bowling alley was. By day four, me and Maura were sick of it.
We had decided to go swimming, despite the fact we were slightly self conscious of our figures. However, the pool we picked to go to was usually quite empty, so we weren’t that bothered.
“It’ll be fun! We can show off on the diving board.” Maura smiled, as we got into the changing rooms. Of course, it wasn’t that fun.
Once we were in our swimming costumes, we wandered into what should have been an empty pool at 11am. People tended to come along around 1pm, or very early to have a morning swim. Since it was a private gym, teenagers didn’t tend to come along either, so it was peaceful for us to just muck around.
“I. Cannot. Believe. It.” Maura said through gritted teeth. She looked up into the stands, which were there for when they held competitions or parents wanted to watch their children swim, only to see the woman.
“She’s stalking us, you know.” Amy told us, equally as irritated.
“I bet you any money she’s to do with them.” I honestly couldn’t believe they’d get someone to stalk us. Were they trying to scare us or something?
“As if on cue.” Maura said sarcastically, looking over at the exit from the male changing rooms. There they were, in their swimming shorts, looking up in the stands, then at us. Amy stared at her feet awkwardly, while Maura and I flared up.
“What-part-of-she-doesn’t-like-you-leave-her-alone-don’t-you-get?” I asked in one breath. I was furious. Could you blame me? I walked up to them with a face of thunder.
“Whoa, calm down.” Kevin told me. I felt hitting one of them, preferably him, but just glared at him instead, before looking back at Joe. My heart was racing, I assume down to the anger.
“What do you mean?” Joe asked. Maura was behind me and made a noise I would have made if I wasn’t likely to scream.
“Don’t play the fool! You’ve been everywhere we have!” Maura told him, her voice level rising.
“Well maybe if you’d let Joe actually speak to Amy we would have this problem!” Nick told her calmly.
“This has nothing to do you.” I snapped.
“Nor does it you and Maura!” He replied, still calm.
“Look, let Amy and Joe speak privately-” Kevin began to suggest, before I interrupted.
“What, so he can pretend he’s sorry before using her heart as a doormat again.?” I sneered.
“It’s not an act!” All dramatically, Joe pushed me and Maura to the side, before saying to Amy, who was watching from a few steps behind, “just hear me out!” We went to react, before Amy stopped us.
“Stalking us, and then getting someone to stalk us while you can’t is not the way to get my attention Joe. If you really cared you’d know that.” She told him quietly. At that moment I just wanted to hug her. Instead, I looked at Joe smugly.
“Getting someone to follow you? What do you mean?” Kevin intervened, when Joe seemed speechless.
“Her.” Maura pointed out the woman in the stand.
“Yes, we do know you’ve been following us!” I shouted up to her. She remained both motion and emotionless, just staring at us with her hollow, grey eyes.
“We have nothing to do with her.” Nick frowned.
“We’re not thick.” Maura told him.
“No, I’m being serious. We thought she was your revenge on us stalking you.” Nick told her. The way he looked at her was like he thought she was a friend, or something. If I wasn’t so freaked out by the whole woman-in-the-stands thing, it would have fired me up more.
“So… She isn’t your backup?” Amy asked Joe. Joe shook his head, before advancing towards her.
“I’m so sorry, Ames. You don’t know how much so.” Joe told her. Amy looked at him awkwardly, and me and Maura saw our cue.
“We’re not interested.” Maura said, before taking Amy’s arm before I took the other.
“Seriously, leave us be.” I said quietly. We walked into the girls changing room, Joe in tow.“If you don’t want to speak to me about getting back together.” Joe said to us. “I think we need a discussion about that woman who is following us.”
“No, we don’t Joe.” Amy told him.
“She’s right. You sort her out your own way.” Maura told him firmly.
“And Joe, this is a girls changing room. I far as I was concerned, you don’t come under the ‘female’ category. So…” I pointed at the door. He left, looking defeated, yet somewhat determined. When he left, it sparked conversation.
“If she’s not to do with them, who is she? And why is she stalking both of our groups?” Amy asked us. We nodded s if to say we agreed.
“Well, I don’t know, but we’re no going home alone. I’ll get my mum to pick us up.” Maura said, downhearted.
“So much for swimming, huh.” I smiled. They nodded, but I could tell they were a bit fearful about the whole being stalked thing. It was a first for us.
