Thread: Stalker. [ForeverMischievous&I]

Jari chuckled softly to her reply, and nodded a few times, raising a hand, to point at her. Deffinatly. Because you, of all, could'nt handle a few bad grades? He said, with a gentle and teasing grin. He never ment she should'nt work as hard as she did, and he never picked on her, or made fun of her straight line. He rather looked up to it. Well, someone has to keep a straight line, or else the hole class'd be lacking behind. He smiled, and watched her, responding to a text. He had to find out what that was, later.. The smile offered, was returned with his own, slideing his hands into his pockets, as he followed her towards the caffeteria. He laughed softly at her, and slowly shook his head. I don't know, dear Aimee. But energi on bottle, has to have a price. He grinned, and followed to the caffeteria. As she had taken her order, he ordered a simple Cola, never haveing been one for coffee, nor tea. As they got their order, he followed her to the table, opening his drink, getting himself his first sip, as he sat down on a chair next to her, looking at her, with a smile. He tilted his head lightly, as she said his name, and seemed to turn a worried gaze upon him. He nodded in respons, and leant over the table, with his elbows at the edge, and his hands holding the Cola in front of him. He nodded as she asked him about the messages, looking down at her lip being bitten, his expretion turning worrying. His eyes turned down to her phone, as she slid it to him, lifting it, as his eyes rose to her again. He shook his head at her words, sighing lightly, as his eyes fell down upon her phone, as he looked through his works. Terrible.. This is j.. Is that.. A pair of... He answered his own question in his mind, and he shook his head, moveing to the next mail. This is.. Both weak and.. Pathetic.. I.. Most of the emails, is left without a chance to reply.. And their even encripted.. Far beyond my ability.. He spoke with a hopeless voice, puting down the phone, itching his forehead with one hand, as the other continued searching through the phone. Such a perfekt piece of work. It would take hackers of his own ability, to lead the emails to the sender. Hmh.. I can.. Well, I believe I can, put a block on the email, and perhaps.. Keep him from sending anything, at least for a while.. But.. I don't know of what ability this wretch is, so I don't even know if.. He silenced his own rambleing, that was more or less pointed towards himself, as his eyes fleeted up to Aimee's face. He sighed softly, as he could see the despair in her eyes. He rose, to pull the chair closer to hers, so he could put a hand on her shoulder, gently squeezeing it. Try not to worry, Aimee. I know that is ridiculas to say, in your situation, but still. Try to send me the emails, then i'll see if I can track him down. And as I do so, i'll find a program, that can blog senders IP, so when ever you get one from him, you can blog it, so he'll at least have to work, to get the mails through.. He said, with a slight smile, strokeing her shoulder with a thumb, as he slid the phone back to her, resting his arm on the table, trying his best, to smile at her, with comfort. To deliver, at least some, in the harsh times.