I'm kind of weirded out

So here's something weird thats happened over the time that Ive been slacking off on this here blog.
I dont know if I should be scared about it or what. But I dont want to make a big fuss, because what if it turns out that its nothing?
Just plain 'ol coincidences?
I dont know, but like I said, I dont want to make a big deal out of it.
I dont like making a big deal out of things. Except maybe when they really are a big deal.
Its probably nothing anyway, but whatever. I'll tell you what went down.
So, I was taking a walk, around the neighbourhood, just trying to get some fresh air.
Because my parents, they were bugging me I SWEAR.
Keep going on and on about blah blah blah do this, do that.
You are stealing my childhood away from me!
Let me have my fun, I am 16! Sure, you're jealous of my youth, I understand that but try to understand that the majority of kids my age dont enjoy washing the dishes.
Thats what freaking dishwashers are for.
quoi d'autre est-il pour!
stupide.
So anywho, I just went for a walk 'cause I couldnt stand being that house any longer.
It was suffocating me, it was humid, in a metaphoric wayy.
I was walking, just walking, minding my own business.
Then I felt that feeling.
You know that feeling. Whne you feel someone watching you, and you know its ridiculous 'cause theres no one else around but you.
Well, yeah, THAT feeling.
So I was looking around, just confused and feeling stupid.
But then I see familiar eyes, familiar hair, familiar nose, familiar lips smiling at me.
It was Caleb.
He was in his car, Im guessing, and it was just like, kinda hovering, the way I see it.
It was hovering, it was following.
It was following me.
Now, Im not sure if that was the case.
But it still got me freaked out, 'cause it WAS the only car on the road, and I didnt happen to hear him coming up, and its just bizarre how he looked.
He looked like, like he was...
I dont know, focused, on something.
So, I tried not to look stupid.
I waved.
He flashed a smile.
He stared.
He drove away.
Slowly. Hovering. He drove away.
It was my turn to follow him. Follow him with my eyes. I followed him with a curiosity. With an unsureness.


So yes.
Overreaction?
I hope so.
Je ne suis pas la recherche d'un harceleur.
I aint looking for no stalker.