stalking you,” Andrea says.
I jerk my head over and look at her.
Does she know about Brian? How could she know? I didn’t tell her.
“Didn’t your ex-boyfriend stalk you last year?” she asks, noticing the look on my face.
“Oh, yeah, he did,” I say.
“It could always be worse,” Andrea says.
True. And I’m saying that right now. Because what’s happening to me sucks, but it’s not nearly as bad as last year. At least this time, nobody has died.
Yet.
Wednesday, November 10
4 p.m.
Very complicated.
I retook my math test. This time, when I was taking it, I didn’t feel like I was completely drowning in a sea of equations, so I feel better about the odds. Now I won’t have to stress about finals as much.
Nope, I’m still stressed. Just thinking about finals makes me feel sick to my stomach.
After my test, when I’m walking to my car, I run into Micah.
I’ve kind of been ignoring him since Monday. Not just him. I’ve just been ignoring my phone in general. I know that Gabe fixed my phone so nobody is seeing what I’m texting, but I’m still paranoid. I don’t want Micah involved in the craziness that is my life.
Plus, I am a big chicken. I don’t want to tell Micah that I’m not interested in dating him right now. I’m scared he won’t want to be my friend, and that would suck. I like having him in my life, just not as a potential boyfriend .
“Hey, Kihanna,” Micah greets me.
“Hey.”
“How is everything, you know, with the whole stalker thing?” he asks.
I sigh. “Very complicated.”
Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Since Gabe and I watched that video, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Brian. I’ve been wondering if he really is innocent. I just need to know why he tampered with the video to make himself look guilty.
“I want to help as much as I can,” he says.
“There really isn’t anything to do,” I tell him. “Right now I am focusing on staying safe. I guess the cops will handle the rest.”
“Good,” he says. “So, Chelsea and Simon have been asking about you. You haven’t been to practice or any of our shows since Halloween.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Things have been crazy with moving into my apartment and everything with my ex,” I say.
“Your ex? Ty?” Micah asks.
“Brian,” I clarify. Though, it has been a little crazy with Ty.
“Right,” he says. “I keep forgetting that you used to date your stalker.”
“I wish I could forget.” At least forget the bad.
“You kind of have bad luck with relationships,” he says.
I laugh. “Yeah, I do.”
“We need to hang out again,” he says.
“Definitely,” I say.
“I get the feeling that you’re really not into me,” he says. “We don’t have to date, but I do want to at least be your friend.”
“I can handle friends,” I say, feeling relieved. I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings and now I won’t have to.
“We have a show this weekend on campus,” Micah says. “I forgot which sorority, but I’ll text you the details later. Come. Bring all your friends, and ex-boyfriends, but maybe not your stalker. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay,” I say. “I will.”
“I’ve got to get to class, so I’ll see you later,” he says.
“Later.”
6 p.m.
Sweet dreams.
When I leave campus, I go straight to the gym, mostly because I hope that Brian will show up. After an hour of working out, I am disappointed when I get to my car and he’s not there waiting for me.
Heading straight home, I’m still hoping that Brian shows up somehow.
What will I even say when I talk to him again? I want to know why, but how will I ever believe anything he says? I’m not sure what the truth is and what’s a lie when it comes to him. I just know that I need answers—truthful answers.
When I pull into the parking garage at my apartment building, I notice there is a car parked in our extra spot. For a second I think maybe it’s Brian, until I see the Berkeley
I jerk my head over and look at her.
Does she know about Brian? How could she know? I didn’t tell her.
“Didn’t your ex-boyfriend stalk you last year?” she asks, noticing the look on my face.
“Oh, yeah, he did,” I say.
“It could always be worse,” Andrea says.
True. And I’m saying that right now. Because what’s happening to me sucks, but it’s not nearly as bad as last year. At least this time, nobody has died.
Yet.
Wednesday, November 10
4 p.m.
Very complicated.
I retook my math test. This time, when I was taking it, I didn’t feel like I was completely drowning in a sea of equations, so I feel better about the odds. Now I won’t have to stress about finals as much.
Nope, I’m still stressed. Just thinking about finals makes me feel sick to my stomach.
After my test, when I’m walking to my car, I run into Micah.
I’ve kind of been ignoring him since Monday. Not just him. I’ve just been ignoring my phone in general. I know that Gabe fixed my phone so nobody is seeing what I’m texting, but I’m still paranoid. I don’t want Micah involved in the craziness that is my life.
Plus, I am a big chicken. I don’t want to tell Micah that I’m not interested in dating him right now. I’m scared he won’t want to be my friend, and that would suck. I like having him in my life, just not as a potential boyfriend .
“Hey, Kihanna,” Micah greets me.
“Hey.”
“How is everything, you know, with the whole stalker thing?” he asks.
I sigh. “Very complicated.”
Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Since Gabe and I watched that video, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Brian. I’ve been wondering if he really is innocent. I just need to know why he tampered with the video to make himself look guilty.
“I want to help as much as I can,” he says.
“There really isn’t anything to do,” I tell him. “Right now I am focusing on staying safe. I guess the cops will handle the rest.”
“Good,” he says. “So, Chelsea and Simon have been asking about you. You haven’t been to practice or any of our shows since Halloween.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Things have been crazy with moving into my apartment and everything with my ex,” I say.
“Your ex? Ty?” Micah asks.
“Brian,” I clarify. Though, it has been a little crazy with Ty.
“Right,” he says. “I keep forgetting that you used to date your stalker.”
“I wish I could forget.” At least forget the bad.
“You kind of have bad luck with relationships,” he says.
I laugh. “Yeah, I do.”
“We need to hang out again,” he says.
“Definitely,” I say.
“I get the feeling that you’re really not into me,” he says. “We don’t have to date, but I do want to at least be your friend.”
“I can handle friends,” I say, feeling relieved. I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings and now I won’t have to.
“We have a show this weekend on campus,” Micah says. “I forgot which sorority, but I’ll text you the details later. Come. Bring all your friends, and ex-boyfriends, but maybe not your stalker. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay,” I say. “I will.”
“I’ve got to get to class, so I’ll see you later,” he says.
“Later.”
6 p.m.
Sweet dreams.
When I leave campus, I go straight to the gym, mostly because I hope that Brian will show up. After an hour of working out, I am disappointed when I get to my car and he’s not there waiting for me.
Heading straight home, I’m still hoping that Brian shows up somehow.
What will I even say when I talk to him again? I want to know why, but how will I ever believe anything he says? I’m not sure what the truth is and what’s a lie when it comes to him. I just know that I need answers—truthful answers.
When I pull into the parking garage at my apartment building, I notice there is a car parked in our extra spot. For a second I think maybe it’s Brian, until I see the Berkeley
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