After Harper and I filmed the live video, we ordered some food for dinner. We chatted while we ate and caught up with each other. I decided not to tell him about my stalker because I didn't want him to know I was suspicious of his friend. Plus I didn't have any real proof that it was Peyton or that this stalker was even dangerous.

Kiara called between her classes and I talked with her for about ten minutes. Harper made kissy noises during it, but mostly played on his phone while we talked. I wished she could come with us, but she had work in the morning.

Then I changed into a good clubbing outfit consisting of a black mini skirt and white crop top. I changed in the bathroom and gave Harper a little runway show for some laughs. I also made sure to give Biscuit some much needed love, attention, and dinner.

Harper and I invited our other friends Mikayla and Jose before we headed over to his place. They were roommates and both worked at the restaurant where Harper and Mallory used to work. The place where their friendships began, then I joined their group when I moved to LA.

Harper drove us to his place because he said and I quote, "I must change and look my best in case Mallory comes." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd already texted her about our club plans and she declined saying her and Matt were staying in.

We took an uber from Harper's place to the club and met Peyton out front. He was leaning against the wall near the bouncer looking at his phone. He was wearing dark skinny jeans, a cobalt blue flannel, and he wasn't wearing his glasses. When we got closer he looked at me with so much intensity that I noticed his dark brown eyes were almost black. He greeted Harper with a handshake/body bump thing and me with a side hug.

We went inside the club together and headed towards the bar. As we moved through the club with Harper in the lead, I felt Peyton's hand on the small of my back guiding me. It sent a chill up my spine, but I didn't say anything. Harper offered to get the first round and I found myself at a table with only Peyton.

Harper took forever to get the drinks as I stood awkwardly with Peyton. Neither of us said anything at first on account of it being so loud. Then he moved closer to me to say something. I couldn't hear him so he moved closer again until he was inches away and in my ear he said, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" I asked back, hoping he could read my lips a bit and I didn't need to come closer.

"I'm great, especially now, I was glad you decided to come out with us." He said with a smile on his face.

"Yeah me too." I said, "We also invited some other friends, I'm not sure if you've met them yet."

"No I haven't, Harper said they are really fun so it should make for an interesting night." He said. I noticed his left hand was on table now dangerously close to mine. I took mine off and ran my fingers through my curls.

"Yeah it should be." I said, unsure of what to talk about with him. I wanted to demand to know if he was the one sending me those messages, but I couldn't exactly do that now.

"So I heard you got stuck in an elevator today." He said. He had moved even closer this time that I felt his shoe graze mine.

"Yeah I did, it was not pleasant, but I'm glad Harper came over to save the day." I said continuing the conversation. Maybe this would lead to some answers I'm looking for.

"I'm glad he did too, I was stuck in one once for a few hours with some strangers. It was not a very pleasant experience." He said with a laugh. I noticed that he seemed very casual with me and wondered if he had the ability in him to stalk someone.

Harper came back with drinks then and passed them out to us. I took a big gulp of mine, the ice clinking in an uncomfortable way against my teeth. Harper noticed and laughed at me.

Mikayla and Jose arrived around 9pm coming into the club like they were famous. Mikayla hugged three people on her way over to our table. She was a proud lesbian with short black hair that was shaved on one side. Jose was a transgender man who was wearing leather pants and a black tank top that looked sexy on him with his large biceps accented. They greeted me with hugs and kisses on my cheek.

Harper introduced them to Peyton and they shook hands with him nicely. I took another large sip of my drink and scooted away from Peyton a bit. It was very crowded though and I ended up bumping a stranger and having to apologize.

Jose offered to grab shots for everyone and he scooted off towards the bar. I offered to go with him, but Harper chimed in saying he already had a tab open and went with him. I watched them walk away together and felt myself get nervous again about Peyton. I could feel his presence next to me and I looked over at him to see what he was doing. We made eye contact and I looked away quickly and picked up my drink.

Mikayla noticed Peyton and I make eye contact and said to him, "She's gorgeous isn't she?" I blushed immediately. Peyton nodded and turned to Mikayla.

"She really is, but she's already turned me down once, I don't know if I can handle another heartbreak." He said to her, but loud enough for me to hear.

"I've been there, she's a tough nut to crack, but totally worth it." Mikayla said and winked at me. I rolled my eyes at her. She and I had made out once when we were out at a club, but we had nothing more than that. She was a classic player and had little interest in a long term relationship.

"She's a great kisser too, totally worth every second." Mikayla said again, reaching out and patting my cheek. I playfully slapped her hand away and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Oh my goodness Mikayla, it was one make out session." I said laughing at her. Peyton had a surprised, but pleased look on his face when I peeked back at him.

"If only I could be so lucky." Peyton said and winked at me. I felt another blush form and took a final sip of my drink.

"Shots have arrived!" Jose sang as him and Harper scooted back into our table. Jose came up and stood on my left, pushing my body accidently towards Peyton and I felt his side touch mine. There wasn't much room for me to change that so I had to just accept the slight touching of our bodies and try to ignore it.

"What are you all talking about over here?" Harper asked as they passed out the shots.

"Just talking about Leilani's kissing skills." Mikayla responded. Harper raised his eyebrows high and said, "I've never had the pleasure myself, but I imagine she's pretty good. She's not exactly a virgin." Harper said teasing me again.

"Rude!" I exclaimed at Harper with a laugh.

"You know it's true though." He countered.

"Well neither are you." I said with a smile. Bantering with friends was nothing new, but I couldn't help but be hyper aware of my body still touching Peyton's. His left arm was behind me now, snaking around my back.

"Stop picking on the poor girl, come on babe, let's dance." Jose said saving me. We took our shots together first as a group. Jose grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I mouthed thank you to him while we slid through bodies. He found a spot he wanted, then turned back to me and started dancing.

He was a much better dancer than me and moved perfectly to the rhythm. We danced the first song together laughing most of the time at him with his hands on my waist trying to get me to match the beat. I felt completely comfortable with my friend and felt worry free for the first time in a while.

The next song started and I felt Mikayla's hand on my back as she scooted past me. She took Jose's hands in hers and they started dancing together. I watched them with a smile until I felt someone's hands on my waist. They pulled me flush against them and their breath was on my neck.

"You look amazing in that skirt." They said, it was a voice I didn't recognize. I tried to turn around or move away, but their hand moved around to the front of my skirt and slid up under my croptop onto my bare skin. I felt them lick my neck and jumped. Then they were suddenly away from me and I saw Peyton holding this guy's shirt in his hand and shoving him away.

Mikayla and Jose noticed then and asked me if I was alright. I nodded, it wasn't the first creep to put their hands on me at a club and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Peyton moved over to me and asked if I was alright. He took my hands in one of his and wiped my neck with his sleeve.

"Thank you, that was very nice of you." I said to him, my mouth coming close to his ear so he could hear me.

"Of course, anything for lady in distress." He smiled at me, "So, do you want to dance?"

I nodded and he moved his hands around my waist and pulled me closer, but not too close that it was uncomfortable. I almost forgot about him being my potential stalker as we danced together.

"Are you having a nice time? I couldn't help but notice how tense you were earlier." He asked.

"Yeah I am, thank you." I replied with a smile.

"I'm glad I could help make your night fun." He said. Those few words triggered a moment in my brain from a text message that said almost the exact same thing.

He brought his thumb up to my lips and traced the bottom one slowly. I tried to step back suddenly afraid, but his other arm was around my waist pulling me close to his body.

"I think you're really beautiful." He said.

"Oh, thank you." I replied, unsure of what to say.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked me, his mouth moving closer to mine.

"I know it was you." I blurted out. He stopped and looked at me confused.

"What was me?" He asked. His arm fell from my waist.

"All the messages!" I said, angry that he wouldn't admit it.

"What messages?" He asked.

"The texts, the phone calls, and the letter on my car." I said feeling my cheeks warm.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." He replied, his face looking genuinely confused.

Just then I felt my phone vibrate and saw I had a picture message from the unknown number. I opened it and it was a photo of me standing next to Peyton just a few moments ago.