Stalker

“What the hell is this?”

Noah passes a hand over his face before he murmurs, “Fuck.”

My heart shatters.

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Noah:::

My stomach fallsto my feet. I feel like I'm going to be sick. This was the best day of my entire life, and now it's ruined because somehow Cynthia has found out my crime.

The look of betrayal on her face is enough to break my heart. I got overconfident. I see my cell phone still clutched in her hand, and I curse myself for not keeping better track of it.

My girl is smart. She no doubt saw the pictures of her on it and put two and two together. She figured out that those photos weren't taken last night. They were taken the night before from the camera I had set up.

“How long have you been spying on me?”

I don't answer.

She flings the camera across the room at me. It bounces off my chest, but I don't even feel it. It's tiny, but it doesn't matter. If it had been the size of a TV, I still don't think I have felt anything right now other than sheer panic at the thought of l