Catherine, The Stalker

 

"Is Harold coming?" Jerica asked Lila, though her tone carried a knowing edge.

As if on cue, Harold pulled into the parking lot in his sleek sports car. Lila's reaction was immediate—she scratched Jerica's thigh lightly, her excitement poorly concealed. Jared leaned back on his seat no before letting out a displeased grunt.

Jerica couldn't help but notice Jared's frostiness as Lila's warm enthusiasm thawed away all the frost.

"He's here," Lila muttered, her eyes glued to Harold's every move.

Jerica tilted her head, curiosity bubbling over. "I've been meaning to ask…" she hesitated but pressed on, "are you dating Harold?"

"Dating? No!" Lila scoffed, her lips curling into a bemused smile. "I already told you, I'm not planning on dating anyone anytime soon. I just want something… casual."

Jerica arched a brow, her skepticism growing. "Does Harold know that?"