Alice’s POV:
“I’m being creepy again.”
“What did you do?” I asked slowly.
“I’m outside of your dormitory,” he barely mumbled.
Instantly, I grabbed my jacket, keys, and shoes, then jumped out the window, leaving a tiny crack. My eyes raced around, and once I reached outside the gate, I ran towards the front to see Neilson leaning against his car with his arms folded.
I released a deep breath and shrugged on my jacket. “What are you doing here?” I whispered.
“I-I don’t know.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I was driving, and somehow I ended up here.”
Sometimes, Neilson does these things that are stalkerish if he isn’t my boyfriend.
For example, he sat in front of my house in a dark corner and waited for me to come home.
Other times, I caught him sitting on a chair and st
