◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆
“I’ve noticed you since freshman year,” Darian said, standing in his penthouse, the city stretched out behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows.
I couldn’t process his words. “That’s impossible. We never spoke until…”
“The graduation party. I know.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncertain for the first time since this began. “You sat two rows behind me in Economics 101. You always arrived early, left late. You never raised your hand but I saw you mouthing the correct answers. You ate lunch alone on the south lawn every Tuesday and Thursday. You wore the same blue sweater every time it rained.”
My throat tightened. “You’re saying you… stalked me?”
“I’m saying I saw you, Jessica. While everyone else treated you like a vending machine for good grades, I saw
