It all started when I realized he had been stalking me. I had a few classes with him and was always aware of him staring at me. When I went to the college library to get a little extra work done, he was always a few tables away from me. The problem was that he was never an important person to me. He blended into the background of school and I ignored him. Until one night.
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Today during class, I was happily contemplating my night with all the girls. We would always hang out once a weekend to celebrate being "young and hot", as my friends put it. I live off campus, in a small apartment with a roommate. She was a crazy party animal, always out late and returning even later. Most of the times she brought guys home with her. I always had to close my door and try to block the sounds of her moaning and, eventually, screaming as well.
As I walked from college back to my apartment, I became acutely aware of someone walking very close behind me. It wasn't uncommon at school, usually because guys wanted a good look at my ass. I turned around and saw him again. He was staring at me with a creepy look, as if he were contemplating me naked.
"Ummm...can I help you?" I asked cautiously.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry. I walk home this way too," He replied.
I stared at him for a few moments. He was a gangly thing, lanky and skinny. He looked alright in the face: straight nose, a defined jaw, and blue eyes. But the way he looked at me seemed strange.
"Oh, alright. You're in a few of my classes, right?"
"Yeah! I didn't think you knew that I existed," He said, laughing nervously. "My name is Jack."
"I'm Sophie," I said, throwing him a quick smile.
We began walking down the street again, still talking to each other. I saw him taking covert glances at my chest, looking down my shirt. I silently cursed myself for wearing such a revealing top. He could see the lining of my black push-up bra inside of the shirt. My bra size was too small for my boobs, since I couldn't always afford to buy new ones. I knew I was showing too much.
When we reached my apartments, I smiled at him and thanked him for taking me home safely. He shrugged and waved off the compliment.
Suddenly, Jack's face lit up and he looked at me with confident eyes. "You know, I was wondering if maybe we could go and see a movie sometime. We seem to have a few things in common, and, if you were interested..." Jack said, trailing off.
I hesitated, unsure of how to tell him. "Well, the thing is, I don't go on dates right now. I need all the time I can to study," I said, gesturing to my bag of books. Jack's face was livid for a moment, but was soon replaced by a slightly mortified expression. I apologized with a sincere face. He mumbled a few incomprehensible words and shuffled his feet. With that, I wished him a happy weekend and left him.
Thank God, I thought. I walked up the steps and to my apartment door, searching through my bag for my keys. Never would I go out with a creepy guy like that. He may be a little cute, but that wasn't enough for me. When I turned the lock and went inside, I glanced back and saw him at the same place where I left him. He seemed to be staring me with incriminating eyes. Maybe I just couldn't see right.
I dropped my things on the couch and checked Lisa's room. Nobody there. She must have started the weekend early, as usual, and skipped the last few classes of the day to go to a party. Typical.
I went to the bathroom and started putting on my makeup, preparing myself for the night. As soon as I finished, there was a knock on the door. It's probably Lisa, I thought, letting out a big sigh. The girl was always losing her things at different places and could never find them anymore. I walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. Nobody there.
Unlocking the door, I opened it and walked outside, looking for Lisa. It wasn't her though. It was Jack. He had a pissed off look on his face.
"Uh, Jack? Are you alri-," I started, but was interrupted by Jack hitting me in the face with the back of his hand. The blow stung, and I looked at him again, shocked.
