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beginning of the week, each time her phone would make a noise, she’d jump, hoping it would be him. But there was nothing from him; it was as if that night hadn’t happened. She imagined he’d screwed a few club women by now, and the thought of him kissing another woman the way he’d kissed her made her insides ache. She was being silly; it was just a kiss. It wasn’t like he was her boyfriend or anything, but Kylie had hoped—in a romantic, unrealistic way—that Jerry would’ve been so blown away by kissing her that he wouldn’t want any other women. But it was better this way because she didn’t have to worry about her dad and all the drama associated with that.
    Kylie sat on her favorite comfy chair, highlighting passages in her economics book when someone knocked on her door. Thinking it was Ricky coming to work on their psychology project, she yelled, “It’s open!”
    Expecting to see her friend come in, she smiled widely then frowned when Marcus entered her room, his small eyes staring at her. She gripped the side of the chair, swallowing her gasp. “I thought it was someone else,” she said as she tried to keep her voice steady while her insides quaked. “What do you want?”
    “To see you.” He took a few steps closer to her.
    She stood up. “You here to talk about poli-sci? Did you know what was going on today? I swear, half the time, I’m so bored that I zone out.” She kept talking, hoping it would stop him from coming any farther into her room. What is he doing here?
    As she babbled on about their class, he stood still, his eyes on her mouth. Why is he just standing there staring at me? Ew…. She wanted to push him out, then take a shower so she could scrub his gaze off her.
    Marcus licked his lips. “I’m not here to talk about class. I want to know why you act like you don’t know me while we’re there.”
    Shit! “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “You never sit next to me, and afterward you run out, like you’re avoiding me.”
    “Do I do that?” She crossed her arms. “I don’t think I do. I have another class right after and it’s in another building, so I have to rush to get there on time. I’ve been sitting in the same seat since the semester started. I’m kinda OCD that way—I don’t like changing seats each time.”
    He inched closer, his eyes fixed on her face. She tried to read him, but she couldn’t tell anything except that he was definitely giving off some whacked-out vibes. His brown eyes bored into her and his face was tight, like he was clenching his teeth.
    He continued to approach her. Each time he took a step, she moved back until she was pressed against the wall. If he comes any closer, I’m going to scream. He took another step. She opened her mouth, but before she could make good on her promise, Ricky came in through the open door. Relief washed over her and she let out a long breath. She saw him check out Marcus, who was only inches away from her, then look at her, eyebrow raised.
    She pulled away from the wall and waved. “Hey, Ricky, you ready to do some psychology?” Kylie placed her hand over her wildly beating heart. Marcus craned his neck and, seeing the six-foot Ricky, mumbled something incomprehensible before scurrying out.
    Ricky watched him as he left, then closed the door. “Who was that?”
    “Some weird guy who came up to me at the spring festival and has been acting like we’re friends ever since. He’s in my poli-sci class.” She wrapped her arms tighter around herself. “He definitely gives me the creeps. Have you seen him around campus?”
    He shook his head. “I’ve never seen him. He’s not in any of my classes, but I can find out who he is. My friend has work study, and he has a job in the registrar’s office. He can look up anyone. Do you know the creeper’s last name?”
    “No, but I can find out. I’ll give it to you when I do. I just want to know what he’s up to. I mean, it’s like he just