Summary: He had been looking at me all night. It was that creepy kind of look that stalkers give you when they think you aren’t looking. Well, I was looking. And he was one hot stalker.

I’m In Love with a Stalker

I was surely going to murder someone by the time the night was over. Either that, or just plain be labeled ‘crazy,’ and off to the insane asylum I go.

My best friend was to blame for this.

She had coerced me into following him into the restroom.

I mean, really, what kind of best friend wants you to confront the exact guy who has been stalking you all night?

And in the restroom, of all places!

It was a death sentence.

Really.

Too bad he wasn’t exactly bad to look at, either.

Now if only I could remember what exactly had gotten me into this situation anyway…

I know, as if I need another story right now! But once again, I couldn’t resist putting this idea in writing, and I’d love to know what you think of it!

xoxo HopelessDreamer07