I had a fleeting thought that I just violated something. Wait. My rules. Why did I have those rules again? I was forgetting everything. I added, “And I have to tell him Lael says hello.”
“You know Shay Coleman?” the guy asked, sounding doubtful.
The girl was still laughing. She had no clue what was going on.
“I’m in a class with him. It’s all good. I’m not like a stalker or anything.” I shuddered at that thought, and as the girl pulled me forward and into a large crowd in the bar, I couldn’t help but think about the control a stalker had. They chose when to say something. They chose when to approach, when to look, when to retreat. They had all the control.
That was creepy as f**k.
I never wanted to be a stalker. Why was I thinking about that?
The girl was still leading the way. We’d
