CRAVING MY STALKER

CHAPTER 003: THE TEST

Daphne watched as the driver drove off.

The person is a 'he'.

Who could have paid for her transportation?

How does the person know her because she's not close to guys?

Could it be the person at the bar?

If he's the one, what does he want from her?

He should understand she was drunk and did things she couldn't do in her right state of mind.

"Lies," her subconscious said as she remembered his cologne.

His scent was enough to bring out her buried desires.

The way his strong arm was wrapped around her waist. The way his lips tasted. He made her feel treasured, valued, and protected, something Greg failed to do.

"Gosh, Daphne," she swept her hand across her hair. "You don't even remember his name or his face."

"You are a married woman, and you shouldn't be thinking about things like that." She headed to her office, vowing to get rid of those thoughts and effects he left on her body.

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From the rooftop, a pair of cold eyes had been watching her behind the matte black helmet. He turned and climbed down the roof, slowly taking off his helmet, and his well-sculptured face came into view.

Obsession can begin at any moment— even at the rehabilitation center. Some obsessions can be controlled, but once triggered, they take over completely.

Noticing the youngest lecturer at SKY college, with a ring always glittering on her finger. A cruel reminder that she's already taken, and no one can think of her in any other sense. Another reminder that she does not belong to him. But what happens when she unknowingly walks away from the marriage without knowing? And to someone who she wouldn't want.

He rarely forgets go of things he takes an interest in, and forgetting her was something he tried to do.

He goes the extra mile to get what he wants, be it fame ... or Daphne.

He went against his standards, respecting her boundaries as their lecturer and maybe a married woman. But the night she held onto him, like there was nothing but him.

Those rich brown eyes stared at him, and he could see beneath the woman who always put a smile on those round, sexy lips. He could see sadness and hidden feelings.

She was vulnerable in that state. Crying.

All she wanted was to feel something again, and he gave her that.

He lets her walk into his obsession, and slowly, he's going to keep her in it forever. She had the chance to walk out, but she chose to stay and unleash his interest in her.

Whoever made her waste her precious tears is going to wish the world hadn't been created.

She's his little fox, and the only thing she deserves is his mad obsession.

He hung the helmet on his bike and went into the classroom.

Attention, as usual, turned to him, but not in the usual way. Not in the way of the class demigod or handsome. He's handsome, but his mysterious personality was what gave him that attention.

His boot echoed through the hall until he got to the back seat and sat. His eyes went to the door, staring.

"He's so handsome."

"I wish he'll notice me."

"Imagine having a guy like him riding me to heaven."

"He's an arrogant jerk."

The comments, as usual, did nothing to him, not like he heard them.

Talk of a student who fails only to pass in the last semester. That's him.

He's the type parents would ask their children to stay away from.

No one associates with him; some have tried and failed, and he doesn't give a damn f**k.

But that didn't stop girls from offering themselves to him. But when he doesn't notice them, they call him arrogant.

"Good morning, student," her smooth, silky voice sounded, going straight into his system.

His eyes followed her until she stopped at the board.

She wrote four words on the board.

Test.

She faced the class.

"We—"

Monica walked in, and all attention went to her.

She had her head high up until she got to her seat.

"I hate her." Amber rolled her eyes, casting her a glare.

Monica blew her a kiss in return.

Daphne gulped and faced the student.

Here, no one knows they are step-sisters.

Monica had insisted on keeping it a secret, and she had no choice but to agree, not like it would do her any good when everyone finds out.

Monica's not the type of person she'd share a relationship with.

"Back to what I was saying, we'd be taking a test. This test would determine who the class representative will be," she said.

"Why fight for a class representative when we already have one?" Amber asked.

"The principal wants to make some changes to the school schedule," she replied.

"Mum," Amber muttered.

Daphne began distributing the question paper.

"Could you please change mine? You see, the sheets are rumpled and dirty, and I hate dirt," Monica said, a taunting smile playing on her lips.

Daphne knew she was doing it on purpose, and maybe indirectly calling her a dirt.

She sighed.

"Hope you like this one?"

"Thank you," she smiled, a fake one though.

Daphne continued sharing the question paper until she got to the back.

Her steps slowed as she walked towards Levi.

The only anti-social student in the class.

She gulped hard, suddenly finding it hard to balance on her feet.

She knew he had been staring at her all along, but was able to wave it off.

Now, she was walking towards him with her legs shaky beneath her.

Shivers crawled on her skin as she felt her hair rising.

It was the same effect she got when she was at the taxi stand, and when she arrived at the school.

The shivers and sudden change of air. The way her body reacts to those changes.

He was staring at her like he was ready to consume her, and the worst of all... he hadn't blinked.

Just before she could place the paper on the table, her head felt heavy.

She closed her eyes as memories trickled in.

"Tell me your name."

"Levi."

Her eyes flickered open, mirroring his gaze with shock in her eyes.

He couldn't be the one, could he?

Her fingers trembled as she kept his question paper.

"Y... You should start," she stuttered almost inaudibly.

Levi touched the paper, and their hands brushed.

She quickly withdrew her hand as if she had just been electrocuted.

Taking a look at his face, she saw his lips almost stretching. Maybe a smirk or smile, she didn't know.

She couldn't help but notice the way her body was reacting to his presence. Physically, mentally and emotionally, she was aware of the way her body reacted to the slight brush.

Her heels clicked to the front, scared of the way his presence was suddenly affecting her.

This would be the first time they were coming close enough for her to notice him. Not like she hadn't noticed him before. He has a weird way of passing his exams, and all the professors at the college know Levi.

Murmuring soon filled the halls. According to them, the question was hard.

"You have forty minutes left," she announced, darting her gaze around the hall.

They landed on Jace, who's seriously writing. He's the best student in the class, and she is praying that he should pass the test.

She doesn't know why a part of her feels the test might be a changing point for her. Good or bad? She was clueless.

Her gaze left him and met with Levi's.

He wasn't writing, still staring.

He wasn't making any attempts to write, and somehow that relieves her.

She can't trust him since he's unpredictable.

What if he decides to pass the test?

She couldn't imagine working with him.

She got out of her thoughts when Jace submitted.

As expected, he's always the first to finish.

Kelsey curled her fist beneath her as she watched Jace leave.

Soon, more students submitted their scripts.

Monica submitted blank sheets and she wasn't surprised.

She always passed her exams with the help of her father.

The air grew heavier as she met those predators' eyes locked on her.

It's then she realized...

Everyone had submitted their scripts.

They were the only ones in the hall.

Just the two of them.