Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“You stalked me, Corrine. Can’t you see how crazy that is?”
She shook her head. “I saw what I wanted, and I made it happen. You may not like how I did it—and I apologize for that—but the end result was we got a chance to experience being together when circumstances of life may have never allowed it.”
Jesus… she was starting to make sense.
I actually was listening to the madness.
Her voice intoxicated me.
Her beauty lulled me in.
No. No. No.
“What exactly is your planned endgame?” I asked. “Do you really believe we can be together after this?”
“Why not?”
I laughed maniacally. “Why are you acting like this is all normal? You hunted me and I fell in your trap. But I sure as hell won’t remain in your cage.”
“I’m not going to let you make it sound like you and I weren’t forming a connection. I didn’t misread that.”
“Of course you didn’t. There was something,” I admitted, hating that I could be adding fuel to her inferno of delusion. “Which is why I’m so fucking pissed. I was a fool. I risked everything for… a ruse.” I took a deep breath feeling like the hallway we stood in narrowed with every inhale and exhale. “I’m lucky your mother is not trying to have me fired. She should. She should demand my resignation.”
Corrine took a cautious step closer and placed her hand on my chest. “I’m asking for your forgiveness. I apologize for not being the one to tell you. I can only imagine what it felt like.”
“Get out now,” I demanded. I needed clarity, and this girl was nothing but murky water. “Now, Corrine, or so help me God, I will pick you up and throw you out.”
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Day Two:
He needs time.
I’ll be patient.
I’ll wait.
But I will watch him closely as he changes his mind.
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Day Three:
He will love me.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
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Day Four:
I haven’t been back to school. He thinks I’ve left for L.A… maybe I should.
Maybe I… no… he misses me.
I can tell.
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Day Five:
I’m alone.
I’m scared.
I fucked up.
Will he ever forgive me?
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Day Six:
That Shelly chick better not show up tonight. I would cut a bitch… okay, not really, but I may slash her tires or something.
Does he miss me?
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“You need to stop camping outside my house, Corrine,” Mr. D said as he surprised me by approaching my car window from behind.
I had jumped and nearly screamed because I had no idea that he knew I’d been outside, watching, waiting. I wasn’t going to just give up.
“You haven’t been to school all week,” he said. “I thought you were going to go back to L.A.”
I shook my head. “It’s even more of a mess in L.A. than it is here. At least here, I have you.”
“You don’t have me,” he said, though his voice wasn’t nearly as angry as it had been a few days ago. Was he forgiving me? “You never did. There was no you and me.”
“You know that’s a lie,” I said, confident that what I desired was not that far off from what he wanted. “You said it yourself. You said I was easy to talk to. That I was fun to be around. You said I deserved love.”
“You do deserve love,” he said.
“Then why are you turning me away?”
“You know why.”
“Do you really think I’m some crazy stalker?” I asked.
He laughed. “Are you not? Where have you been for the past week? Oh I know… here. Stalking.”
I shrugged. “Okay… maybe I am. But I’m not dangerous or truly psycho.” I studied how he just casually stood by my car. It was true. All anger had left him. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
He sighed. “I’m afraid for you. I don’t think you made your decisions with the right mind. I think you had an infatuation with me that maybe wasn’t healthy and without knowing this, I took advantage of your weakness.” He put his hand on my car door and leaned in. “This was wrong.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“No, you say it because it’s easier to think that rather than to really dig deep on your feelings.”
He smirked. “So now you’re giving me shrink talk.”
I smiled. “I’m the expert on that.” I looked toward his condo. “Can we go inside and talk?”
He was quiet for several moments which I took as a hopeful sign.
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t trust myself.”
Even though he was rejecting my idea, my heart skipped a beat that he actually didn’t trust his actions. He wanted me. He couldn’t deny that fact. And that wasn’t just my crazy talking.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “I know this great Mexican restaurant that some sexy man brought me to once.”
He shook his head, ran his hands through his hair, closed his eyes, then looked up at the sky.