Page 75 of Make You Mine

“You must be so shaken.” Hannah reassures me as I browse through lines of cute notebooks. “It’s so scary. You literally never know what will happen the next day. It makes you wanna live your life to the fullest with no regrets.”

“Yeah.” I try to act uneager, yet sensitive about it. “I’m okay. A little bit surprised, that’s all.”

I thought asking Hannah to tag along to buy stationery would be a nice opportunity for us to catch up.

I’m sure she wanted to talk about her night with blondie. The main problem is that now, she’s done bragging about how skilled blondie was in bed, and she’s moved on to the next big gossip. My date.

The missing guy. I have no idea what they found about him, but I can’t say I’m eager to know. I had enough with the surprise interrogation in the principal’s office.

“And to think you were with him just the other night!” My friend scurries next to me, picking up a cute notepad. “That could have been you.”

“Jeez, Hannah.” I wince.

“I’m sorry, that’s a horrible thing to say. I’m just—it’s so weird. I’ve never met someone who disappeared before.”

“Me neither,” I say, even though I know it’s a lie.

The person who disappeared from my life didn’t die. My father, and my first disappointment in men, walked away willingly when I was a kid. Couldn’t handle taking care of Mom and me.

I’m pretty sure he’s the reason I’m attracted to dysfunctional men now. Walking red flags who do nothing other than hurt me. He fucked me up.

“And the police questioned you at school. God, I would have freaked out.”

“I—yeah, I did not expect that to happen there. I just…I hope he’s found and he’s okay.” It’s the least I can say, despite knowing the truth about the poor guy’s fate.

Well, I don’t exactly know. I’m aware that most chances are he didn’t make it, though.

I snatch a few colorful notebooks and move onto the next aisle before Hannah goes all true crime on me again. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Hannah calls out.

I traipse through the aisles until I reach the one I’m looking for. Electronics.

More specifically, security equipment. Cameras.

That’s right. This girl has a plan.

The security cameras at school gave me the perfect idea. I can’t exactly hack those to get the footage, but if my stalker is always watching me…He might very well visit me at my apartment. I know he knows where I live. He’s left me a gift at my door before.

So, I’m installing my own camera and catching this villain in the act. That’s why I need a new notebook too, aka, a new so-called diary.

If he really is watching my every move, most chances are he’ll know, but that doesn’t mean he won’t accept the challenge. Not when the offer will be this tempting.

I’m going to write up a new fantasy and ask him to act on it. And I’ll be ready to record his every move.

Tomorrow, he’ll be lucky not to be on the news.

What I know is I’m getting rid of this bastard, even if I need to do a little self-sacrifice.

He wants me, so he should come and get me. Or should I say, get me to come.

I laugh at my play of words and pick out the smallest and cheapest camera that comes with Bluetooth and an app.

After we’re done with our shopping, Hannah and I grab a quick dinner together at a nearby restaurant and part ways. She’s taking a bus while I’m walking, the perks of having a central apartment.

I’d ask Kayden for a ride, but he’s been MIA since lunchtime. Called off sick with a stomach bug or something.

I should probably grab some medicine from the pharmacy for him on the way home.