He was waiting for me

When I was 17 I was at the mall with some friends and will call it a day when it closed at 10. My friend T lives in the same neighborhood but he has a car. He offered me a ride home and we both said our goodbyes to our other friends.<br><br>As will call it a day i walk to T's car and see if he was in it or on the way. The parking lot is pretty much empty by now so as I walked towards his car. The lights flickered on and off so I was only seeing him in lights flickers. He was already in his car.<br><br>When I got to his car I tried to open the door but we both realized he didn't unlock it. He unlocked the door and I got in. We drove in silence until T said "who was that?" I said who? He looked at me weird and repeated his question "who was that?" I still had no idea what he was talking about.<br><br>T said when I was walking to his car a man in a black hoodie was walking towards the car behind me. T said he thought it was your dad or something. T then said he lost sight of the man when the lights started flickering. When I was just a few steps away from the car T saw the man following again but he would stop as soon as the lights would flicker back on.<br><br>No one would have known T's car was mine so the guy could've easily followed me without T knowing.<br><br>I asked T to drive by the parking lot slowly but he said there was no one there. We drove in silence the whole ride home while T kept checking his rear view mirror and so did I.<br><br>We turned a corner and I jokingly said "he's behind us." T didn't find it funny. T dropped me off at my house and rushed off. He never gave me a ride again and always made it a habit to look behind him.<br><br>That was 11 years ago and still the only time I was followed.