“Maybe you shouldn’t take your walks at night,” she adds.
“It’s the only time I can clear my head.”
“It’s either clear your head or get taken. Your choice,” she laughs.
“Maybe he was hot under that mask. I don’t know,” I say, throwing my hands up.
“Only you would think a stalker is hot.”
“I read too many books, I guess.”
“You think?” Now we both laugh. She’s always made fun of my choice of reading. Dark romance with a good stalker always does it for me. I can’t help it, I am who I am.
“I’m going to change,” I tell her as I grab my bag and drag it up the stairs with me. Once I’m in my room, I dump it on the bed and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. I finishstripping out of my clothes and pull on a t-shirt to sleep in before dropping onto my bed.
I dig out my books and my papers that I know are due soon and get to work.
I can hear Megan on the phone in the next room, talking about a party next weekend. I smile at that. She loves to have fun and usually drags me along for the ride. Not that I don’t like parties, I do, I’m just not that girl.
I get to work on my papers and lose track of time. The next time I look at my phone, it’s four in the morning.
“Shit,” I mutter before closing everything and stuffing it back into my bag and shoving it to the floor. Then I lay down and close my eyes, but all I can see is the man in the mask looking back at me.