Chapter 15: Three R

< Shirley > That stalker was really determined to drive me crazy. Mr. Creepy Stalker: As much as I love your don't-give-a-shit attitude, it was a grave mistake to apply that on me. You don't care, you say? Trust me, baby, I'll make you care. Believe me or not, in the next nineteen minutes, two of your friends are dying. Since I love you so much, I will give you a hint. Their names start with R. Stalking me was fine. Wanting to harm me was fine as well. But would he go that far as to kill my friends? I was perplexed. I was lost in deep thoughts when the shattering sound of a vase made me jump out of my skin. I placed a hand over my chest to calm my thumping heart. It was probably the wind that knocked over the vase since the weather was getting worse. I even heard a faint rumbling of thunder. Yes, it was definitely not someone trying to scare me. I turned around to go back to my group of my friends, resulting in a waiter bumping into me. I felt the coldness of the drink that spi