Louise
Elias stiffens for a second. "I was just passing by," he says.
The lie is so pathetic it’s almost cute. I can tell he's talking total nonsense.
"You didn't happen to follow me home, did you?" I ask.
"No," he counters. "I’m not that much of a creep."
"Then how did you find me?"
"I have my ways."
"You were stalking me," I say flatly.
"I had someone help me track you. Satisfied?" he snaps, looking annoyed.
"Track me? Like, how?" I’m shocked.
"Just like in the movies," the boy interjects. "He's the muscle, and there’s a tech guy on the other end gathering intel."
Elias smiles. I stare at him like a total fangirl.
Seriously, how can someone’s smile be that devastating?
"If he's not your boyfriend, your lover, or your FWB, why are you staring at him?" the boy asks.
I look aw
