Stalker POV
She was perfect the first moment I saw her.
It was that Monday morning weeks ago when the new girl stepped out of her mother’s car in front of Greenwood High. Long ginger hair catching the sunlight like strands of fire, those wide, innocent eyes scanning the unfamiliar building with a mix of nervousness and quiet determination. She clutched her backpack like a shield, uniform neat and simple, black sneakers instead of the designer shoes most girls here wore. No makeup. No pretense. Just… Claire.
I knew her name before anyone else did. I always make it my business to know.
From that day, I watched. I learned her schedule. I memorized the way she tilted her head when she was concentrating in class, how she smiled shyly at her new friends, how she bit her lip when she was nerv
