Ineverbreak the rules.Rules exist for a reason.
They maintain order.Avoid confusion.
We have an agreement—the guys and I.Every year we stick to the program.This year, I’m deviating from the plan, and even worse, I’m lying about it.By omission.But, same thing.
She’s driving me crazy.I have no idea why.
This hasneverhappened to me.
I don’t get close to people, especially girls.They’re loose cannons.They fuck with people’s minds.
If I crave a good fuck, I get out of Darkwell, pick someone up, and get what I need.More often than not, it’s easier to find some porn and use my hand.When I’m done, I don’t have to sneak out or hold someone or lie about calling them sometime.
I haven’t had sex since I mether.
Briana.
Why do her friends call her Bri?It sounds ridiculous.Her name is Briana.Why does she let them shorten it?
Briana is in class, as she should be.So are all her housemates.I know because I’ve learned every one of their schedules.I’m nosy.It’s fucking easy to hack into the school system and find anyone’s schedule.
Also easy?Breaking into this house.It’s old.I only had to do it once, though.I got lucky.Ronie—another stupid nickname.I know her name is actually Veronica—ran out to class the other day without taking her keys or locking the door.I used them to make a duplicate, and now I can enter whenever I want without a problem.The same key even works for the back door.
I’m in my girl’s room.I come here a lot.I like to wander around her things, sit on her bed, and rummage through her belongings.I have no idea why this girl is under my skin.She has been since I first spotted her.
That was a coincidence.I happened to be out jogging the morning these four girls moved in.Briana caught my eye.Maybe it was her rather prim outfit—khaki shorts that reached mid-thigh, a white polo shirt, and white sneakers.Maybe it was her long, thick, honey-blonde hair, the waves up in a high ponytail.It could have been her laugh as she joked with her new roommates.It seemed kind of fake.Forced.Like she was uncomfortable and trying to fit in.
I gathered all of that in the time it took me to jog past her.
Briana didn’t notice me.She was too focused on helping one of her roommates unload her car.Briana doesn’t have a car.That’s not odd.She also doesn’t have anything in her room to indicate where she’s from.No pictures of her family.No journal.What girl doesn’t keep a journal?I didn’t see her move in, so I don’t know who brought her or how she got here.
My girl is mysterious.Maybe that’s one of the things that attracts me to her.I need to get Briana out of my system.I shouldn’t be stalking her.I can’t help myself.She’s like a magnet.A mysterious one I want to understand better.
If I could just learn more about her, I’m sure I would find something that totally turns my stomach, and then I could walk away.
But that hasn’t happened, and I’ve been digging around in her life for the last ten days.I’ve invaded her privacy in so many ways it’s not funny.I smirk as I glance at the tiny hole in the upper corner of her room.I didn’t want to install a camera directly on the wall.Surely, she would have noticed it.Instead, I installed it in the back of her closet and drilled a hole so only a small lens sticks through.
I’ve done other things to her room, too.It’s really hard for me not to organize her belongings.She has no system.Her shoes are just tossed on the floor of the closet.Sometimes, they don’t even make it through the opening.She almost never closes the closet door.
She doesn’t own many clothes.Just the basics.They aren’t arranged in any sort of fashion that makes any sense.They’re hanging haphazardly on hangers or stuffed into drawers.She doesn’t even fold anything.
I was right about her clothes.She doesn’t own anything slutty.I don’t know anything about her background, but she’s led a prim-and-proper life until now.Wearing that short denim skirt and nearly see-through blouse was an anomaly, not her norm.
I smirked when I first saw her underwear drawer.I’d been correct about that, too.She had a package of white bikini panties in there.She hadn’t even opened it all the way.She’d simply torn one end and tugged out a pair.The thought makes me shudder.She didn’t wash them first.
Her bras are the same.32B.White.Functional.Nothing special.They make me salivate, just like her panties.My cock gets hard when I hold them, especially the little bikinis.I’ve even stolen a pair.Not from the drawer but from her hamper.
Her bathroom drives me bonkers.Her clothes barely make it into her hamper.Half the time, they’re on the floor next to it.Though I try not to leave my mark on her rooms, I haven’t been able to resist picking up her clothes, inhaling her scent, and putting them in the basket where they should be.
Her sink is a disaster.Granted, she doesn’t own many toiletries.She’s not a fussy girl.Very minimal makeup—mascara and lip gloss are her main items.They have a drawer, but it’s usually open, and the contents are on the vanity instead.
I approve of her toothpaste.It’s one of my favorite brands, though I suspect she doesn’t care.It’s just what landed in her cart that day.
Her shampoo and conditioner are cheap but vanilla scented.That explains the first inhale I got from her when I hauled her into the pantry.It suits her.Now I can’t get it out of my head.I don’t think I’ve ever paid attention to how a woman smells before.Why would I ever care?
But this one… She’s under my skin.
I wander back to her desk and straighten her pencils and pens.She needs a mug or pencil holder to put them in.I’m itching to grab something from the kitchen.But that would be too obvious.