"We'll see about that." (Private, but stalkers are chill)

@MosisIsWorkingOnMakingABook

The cool night blew by as Savanna made her way down the street. With a cigarette in her hand, she laughed weakly at the voice on the other end of the phone. "I told you, I'm off to go find this guy everyone's afraid of." She mumbled to the other, using her shoulder to support the device.
Her heels were hanging off the tips of her fingers by the straps, her other hand holding the cigarette. "I'll be fine. I don't need your worry Phin." Savanna told her brother, grinning from ear to ear. If she had been old enough, you'd assume she was drunk. But alas, she was not. With her sixteen year old brother on the other end, she kept any of her fowl mouthed language in her head.
"I still don't like it… I know you're a hard boat to rock, but everyone's scared of this guy." Phoenix mumbled his worries. "Oh hush. It sounds like you care."
With another sigh from him, Savanna felt a smirk crawling up on her lips. "Alright, well I gotta go. Love you baby-bro." She hummed, hearing his whines of protest on the other end.
"I'm one year younger than you… love you too." And with that, the phone was hung up. Pocketing it, Savanna continued down the side of the road with a bright smile.

With the smug grin on her face, Savanna saw the rattled people up ahead. They looked they had seen a ghost- or better yet, an Elliot. Perfect. She could finally meet the guy everyone was obsessed with.
Even some of the guys she found familiar were cowering away, in the opposite direction of the corner store. Bare feet padding on the ground, she ignored the pain she felt as excess gravel dug into her foot. Pain was a blessing most of the time. The detriment reminded her that she was human, and couldn't be much more. Pulling on the heels, she pushed the door open and walked through in silence. As she entered, she tossed the burnt out cigarette into the trash.
Children stared at her, as she made her way around the store in silence. They seemed frightened… but they weren't scared of anything in familiar. "Is he gone?" Savanna asked one of the store's customers. It hadn't even taken a second for him to respond. "Elliot just left."
Letting out a huff, she walked out briskly with her heels clicking behind her. "Where the hell did he go?" She muttered under her breath.

(Alrighty. No worries.)

Savanna was getting tired, and frustrated. Maybe he really was a ghost. Maybe he didn't exist, and people just played a game on her mind. Maybe Elliot would never be found, and she would still consider herself just as bad as they said he was.
"Elliot?" She called out in a low purr, the sound of her shoes echoing off the pavement. "If I'm just crazy, this is pointless. But where on earth are you?" She called out once more, wincing as she felt a shooting pain run up her leg. 'Damn heels…' Embracing the pain, she sucked in a deep breath and continued on. "Come on Elliot. I'm not in the mood for games."

(It was, no need to worry! Trust me, I've done this with worse writers. I myself am not the best in the world.)

(Take all the time you need. I can wait however long.)

Savanna stopped in her tracks, glancing around. Someone had responded- yet she didn't see anyone. There wasn't anyone out on the streets. Not that she could see at least. "Are you out here?" She called out again.
She could only hear the sound of pounding in her ears, as adrenaline coursed through her. Her breathing was short and quick, as she looked around. She might be an idiot, for trying to find someone who could kill her. She was incredibly vulnerable as of the moment, if he came and attacked, she wouldn't be able to do much to defend herself.
Slowly, she pulled her shoes off so she wouldn't be as easy to take out. Just in case.

The sound of his voice set her on edge, yet she tried not to let anything show. "Why, that's no way to treat a lady." Savanna insisted, dropping one of her shoes down on the ground. "Especially when you don't know where she comes from."
Savanna felt a little smirk come up on her lips, and stepped up to him. She tried not to look scared, though she kept from being foolish. "Besides, I've only come to talk. They say you're awful, but I've come to prove them wrong. I seriously doubt you could be worse than myself." She purred, trying to ignore the red flags.

“I don’t even know you’re brother.” Savanna hummed, keeping up her light smirk. “But anyways. If you did listen, you might find out something interesting. But I don’t want to waste my breath if you’re not going to listen.” She hummed twisting a loose strand of her lighter colored hair around her finger.
“Though I also don’t want to waste a couple hour’s search for you. Yet, I do have to say I’m quite disappointed. I thought you’d be more than just empty threats and a handsome face. Clearly no one's actually taken a look at you.” She hummed, resting a hand on her hip. “If you were planning on killing me, you wouldn’t have let me talk this long.”

(Gonna bump this)