Danica POV:

  I didn't think anyone could perv out on a guy worse then my roommate.

  I was very wrong.

  What do I do after getting into an accident with a smoking hot skater boy? Do I call him with the phone number he gave me? Do I go up and talk to him when I see him on campus the next day?

  No on both counts.

  I followed him.

  All day.

  And proceed to stalk him for the next 3 weeks and 4 days.

  While taking copious amounts of photos on my camera.

  Because of course my response to seeing the cutest guy ever was to pster my walls with photos of him.

  That is of course about to be overshadowed by what I am currently doing.

  Which is picking the lock to his apartment.

  Which for some reason isn't working.

  "This is bullshit." I whisper as the pick and rake keep sliding around in the lock. They should not be doing that.

  Wait.

  There's no resistance of any kind.

  "You have got to be shitting me." I mutter as I try the knob.

  It turns.

  The cutie has no lock.

  "This is definitely something to fix while he's at css"

  I look around as I step into the apartment.

  It smells like him.

  Which is to say fucking great.

  Like sandalwood and honey.

  "Fuck I need to hurry in case he wakes up." I think to my self as I move through the kitchen.

  He ought to be asleep due to the fact that its 3 in the morning and I think he seems like a functioning adult.

  I mean after all he has little notes stuck on the fridge.

  I make my way closer to the fuzzing static of the psuedo-noise that I can hear with my power.

  It's weird.

  I never not been able to hear someone's innermost thoughts. They're just there outed like an extra part of the conversation that no one but me can hear. But from him I get none of that.

  Just a quiet static.

  As I reach his bedroom I notice the door is open and a dark read light fills the room.

  And there he is.

  Laying there.

  Asleep.

  Shirtless and looking like he's looking for a woman to take him right then and there.

  Fuck now I'm wet.

  Ok Danica you can do this.

  Just take a few pictures and maybe an item of clothing or two.

  Shouldn't be that hard.

  Just as I'm about to snap a photo he rolls over and curls up.

  Did I say I was wet? I meant that was soaked.

  The cutest guy in the world is right in front of me and I can't fuck him or else I risk screwing everything up.

  FUCK.

  Whatever. I snap my photos and my eyes sweep the room for a undry basket.

  Bingo.

  Next to the desk with the admittedly very nice gaming setup (for a guy no less?)(Maybe a way in?) is a bright red undry basket with a shirt over the rim. Wait a minute.

  I recognize that shirt. It's the one he was wearing the day we first met. The one with our college logo on it.

  Perfect.

  I snag the shirt and sneak out of the room.

  As I pass through the kitchen one of the notes on the fridge catches my eye.

  'Trust that feeling Anthony. -H'

  "Anthony." I say probably a bit louder then I should. "His name is Anthony."

  Wait.

  "H better not be a girl. He's mine." I growl out through gritted teeth as I stalk towards the front door.

  "I won't let anyone take him from me."