NovelEnglishYou Were Stalking Me
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Mickey's eyes search mine nervously before he continues. Almost as if he expects his confession might drive me
away. He would be wrong, but I'll wait until he's toldeverything first. | want to hear it all. "Go on," | prompt
him, edging forward so that my bare legs push against the fabric of his pants and | can feel the warmth of him.
He clears his throat, his gaze waltzing around my face as he speaks, "You walked out of the classroom talking on
the phone with someone - | think it may have been your mom - and every other sound, every other person,
every other thing - just disappeared. | watched you for the next twenty minutes while you laughed and joked on
the phone. Bruno thought I'd gone deaf because he kept trying to talk toand | wouldn't listen, but then |
guess he noticed what | was looking at and shut up. When you set off toward another wing - | don't know -
probably to your next class, | started to follow you, but that's when Bruno stopped me. He pulledback down
to earth and remindedthat my feet were on the ground and that | was there to handle sbusiness, not
chase college girls, and I let it go.
"After | straightened Jensen out on a few things-"
"Wait a minute!" | interrupt, my mind reeling as | remember that day. The mention of my mom is what does it.
One of the last conversations that | had with her before her car accident was in the quad after Matthew's class. |
could vaguely remember someone staring at me, but at that tin my life | was used to ignoring such things.
Especially if they were exceptionally good looking. It was a defense mechanism. | never felt pretty enough back
then. | thought I was too fat for anyone to love properly and if | saw a guy like Mickey, | would have avoided the
temptation of him at all costs.
"What is it, doll?"
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With a bite of my lip, | study his face. "I think | remember that day."
He nods, his eyes shuttering. "Yeah...I'm sorry about what happened to your mom. I-uh...| was there the day your
teacher brought you outside. The day you found out she was...gone."
My eyes narrow and | frown as the familiar sadness washes overthe way it does *every* t| think about
that day. "You were there? Why?"
His face flushes red with embarrassment. "I was getting to that part."
| cock an eyebrow at him. "Okay...go on."
He blows out a short breath then readjusts in his seat so that he's closer toand his left leg hooks over my
shins and under my calves. | smile inside, but keep my face critical. "Like | said, | had to straighten Jensen out a
bit-" he tips his head "-he liked to gamble, but he wasn't any good at it, as I'm sure you probably know."
| shake my head. "Nope. | had no idea." Fuck Matthew, that bastard. Wherever he is.
Mickey snorts, "Okay. Well, he did. He oweda lot of money at one point. Tried to stiff Bruno thinking he was
just dealing with skid in his class that he could threaten with bad grades. Little did he know, Bruno wasn't
there for grades. He was there for business. That entire class was filled with degenerates that padded my
pockets. But not you." He looks away. "You were different and | wanted to know you." He sighs, shying a little
when he says his next words. "It started innocently enough | guess. | asked Bruno who you were. Got him to tell
too good for me. | told him | wasn't interested in you that way, but to keep his eye on you and under no
circumstances was he ever to sell to you, or take your business."
"My business?" | quip.
He shrugs. "Drugs, bets, illegal boos...they are all hot commodities at the University. Anyway, after | got your
name, | had you looked up. That's when | found out that you were Ruby's baby cousin. When | learned that,
believe it or not, | actually had hope. | thought maybe that meant you weren't as ‘from another world" as Bruno
claimed and that maybe | would be introduced to you one day, but a few carefully crafted questions for Ruby
later, | learned that she kept away from you for a reason."
"Is that right?" | growl, crossing my arms over my chest in anger. | mean, | already knew that, | suspected it, but
it was an entirely different thing to hear that my cousin had *in fact* been avoiding me. | snorted, "She always
claimed that she was too busy."
Mickey chuckled, "Nah. She was busy, sure. But not *that* busy." At my look of indignance, he laughed.
"Anyway...when | learned that meeting you was not on the table, | tried to shake it off, but... just couldn't. So...I
started to...follow you a little."
"You were stalking me," | say plainly.
He shakes his head. "Er-um-no | was-I-"
"You were stalking me."
He shrugs, then blushes *again.* "Okay. Yeah...maybe."
"No. You were. Not maybe. Definitely."
He sighs, burying his face in his hands. "Fine. Yes. | was stalking you." His head jerks up. "But | never wanted to
hurt you. | never would have like...abducted you or anything. The Dons - that's what they thought | was gonna
do. When they heard | had an unhealthy interest in a college girl, they madedrop the college and pulled
Bruno out of school. But | never would have done that to you, doll. | swear. That would have been-"
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"That would have been...hmmm...well it depends..." | say, interrupting him, then trailing off as I slip my legs out
from under his and fold them up next toon the seat. Looking in his eyes, | see more vulnerability than | ever
thought possible for a man like him to have and it clutches at something in me, tellingthat by the end of this
story, | won't ever want to let him go. And...I do not plan to. "Would it have been you that grabbed me? Or would
you have had one of your guys do it?"
His eyebrows draw together in outrage. "It would have been me."
"I thought you said you'd never do it."
He hisses, then chuckles humorlessly. "I wouldn't."
A slow smile spreads across my face at that admission and he glowers. "Then tellthis...when did you *stop*
stalking me? And why* did you stop?"
He stiffens, leaning back in his seat and then gazing out of the opposite window. "I wasn't stalking you."
"You were."
"Not everyday."
"Mmbkay...then like...every week."
He looks at the floor. "A little more than that."
| grin, leaning forward to ask him again, "When and why did you stop?"
His body slackens as he turns his head to stare at sspot beneath my chin. "I stopped when you chere
and | stopped because...you are here."
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