DEALING WITH THE STALKER

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ver the bed staring at the ceiling. This previous night has been the worst night ever for me. I had spent nearly the e

nificent fellow off my mind. Thoughts of his beautiful face and assuring eyes had me formulating another sort of fantasy in my

ng for me by the time I get to physics class this morning. The thought of that had me groaning. I tried to force myself not to ask why I had to be bo

picked up my phone to see about thirty missed c

immediately dialed her number

ere the hell are you? Did you

re she goes acting like my mom agai

everywhere at the club yesterday. I

at's right. Christian had me in a tul

Sorry I left you

something happened.

I will tell her I had a one on one conversatio

happened Britt. I

ed. " Yo

d see me through the phone.

ss before you." She said and ended the call. I chuckled. We both had a rou

just felt fun having to rush every morning

phone rushing to the s

My books weren't at all arranged properly in my arms so I struggled with them as I sped along. The sun felt a bit hotter than nor

name sharply and that took me off balance because I wasn't rea

" The fellow said and bent to help.

hing. It's my fault.

the remaining of my book

ank

of books to carry for a c

her boyfriend? Isshh. I couldn't bear to think about it. "No. Never mind. I'm good. Don't bother." I sai

ed me. "

sure. I uhhh.......I have to

He stopped me

ha

I glanced at it and looked up at him. What the hell is he up to? The tropical fruit smoothie is actually my fa

pected morning gift but, I'm sorry. I'm late for

e hell is up with him? "

to. I just......" He rubbed his hair backwards as if f

Mike?" I asked. " Is

rubbed his f

. "I completely understand why y

eed to be.......yo

ow staring at him

" You know what? Forget it. I have to head to class.

morning? I shook my head and turned to my class. Brittany might as well be

e the toll on me this morning. I hurried to class and g

w Brittany seated at the far end of the class at our usual spot scribb

and she looked up at m

e hell