This is a messy problem.Granted, it wouldn’t be if I hadn’t broken the rules and continued to stalk my girl.But I did, and I have no intention of stopping.Until I determine there’s some reason we aren’t compatible, she’s mine.
Do I think I’ll be able to keep her forever?No.I’m not relationship material.I barely understand the human mind.I certainly can’t get into the head of a woman.The idea is ludicrous.
And yet, I’m intrigued by Briana.She’s the first woman to ever catch my attention in a lasting way.I want to own her.Make her fully mine.
I’m a smart guy.They say I’m a genius.My IQ is off the charts.I can do anything related to math without writing it down.If I hadn’t needed to learn other subjects to satisfy high school and college requirements, I could have been working for the government or any number of high-end, math-related jobs by the time I was six.
But the world doesn’t work that way.It insists that people be well-rounded.So here I am, finally having satisfied the education gods, working on my PhD in computer science.
I’m not delusional.I will never acquire enough life skills to marry and have kids.No one will be able to tolerate me in the long run.I’m kidding myself to think that I could convince Briana to be my girl forever.
But I can’t resist the urge to try.A relationship has never been on my radar before.I’m too intrigued not to attempt to possess her.If nothing else, I will learn more about female humans through this experience.
“Are you a student like my brother?”she asks.
“Yes.Computer science.”I don’t elaborate about the specifics of my PhD.Few people understand.
“Ah, so that’s not the same department as engineering.”
My brows rise.Uh, not even close.“No.”I want to step closer.I want to smell her vanilla-scented hair.I want to lift her shirt and make sure she’s wearing the bra I set out for her.
I search her face.She has no idea who I am.I use a lower, deeper whisper when I’m with her.She’s never heard me speak in my normal voice.If we ever talk on the phone, I’m going to have to disguise my tone.Noted.I’ll work on that.I can do it.
It’s my turn to speak.I have this memorized.I search my mind for appropriate conversational topics in this situation.Ah.“What are you studying, Briana?”
She gives me a slow smile.“Just Bri.No one calls me Briana.And I don’t know yet.”
Internally, I cringe.For one thing, I’m never fucking calling her Bri.For another thing, how the hell does someone go to college not knowing what they want to study?I mean, intellectually I know this is true of most freshmen.I’ve learned that.But it makes no sense to me at all.
Silver returns.
I cringe yet again when I see the nasty substance he hands Briana.She’ll die before she’s fifty if she swallows that much cream and sugar every day.I want to smack it out of her hand so that it spills, but I restrain myself.
She moans as she takes a sip.“This is perfect.Thanks.I hadn’t made it to the kitchen to grab a cup before you texted.”
Her moan makes my cock jump to attention.I’m mesmerized as she swallows a few more sips.It’s almost worth letting her have that nasty concoction just to watch her enjoy it.I want her to make that same sound while doing other activities.Maybe she could replace the coffee with something less dangerous to her health.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I realize I’m just standing here.“I should get going.I have a class.”She does, too, but I can’t point that out, so I give them both a wave and head for the front door.
“Bye.Nice to meet you, Rook,” Briana calls out cheerfully.
I turn back to smile awkwardly.“Nice to meet you, too.”
Well, fuck.That development adds a giant layer of complication I was not anticipating.I figured there might come a day when I would have to tell my roommates I broke the rules and continued to torment my freshman prank, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find out my girl was Silver’s sister.
Fuck.
Seven
Briana
I shouldn’t be surprised when I get back to my room after class to find it looking nothing like it did when I left.I ease the door shut, drop my backpack, and slowly wander in.
It’s unnerving, knowing my stalker was in here.Instead of touching anything, I should call the campus police.I should have called the cops the night he pranked me or last night or this morning or anytime in between.
I’ve lost my mind keeping this shit to myself.
My room is spotless.My closet is closed.My bed is made.Even my desk is organized.When I open the closet, my breath hitches.All my clothes are arranged by style and color.There are twice as many things in here than there were this morning.