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''It is believed that regardless of age, nationality, or religious belief, we are all susceptible to the Law of Attraction. ''

Was he staring at me, or was I crazy? No, he definitely was. Why was he looking at me that way?

''It uses the power of the mind to translate whatever is in our thoughts and materialize them into reality. ''

I have seen him before. I could not forget those dark eyes and jet-black hair. Did that mean he was following me? Or was it all a simple coincidence? But then again, why would he be looking at me that way?

''In basic terms, all thoughts turn into things eventually!'' My physics professor enthusiastically said, making me jump a little in my seat.

''That guy is way too passionate about sciences, right?'' Sarah laughed at the bald, sweating man who was frantically writing on the board in front of the class. ''I bet he jerks off watching Discovery Channel.''

''Ew! How could you even think about that?'' I retorqued, diverting my eyes from the man sitting in the bench just outside the window.

Sarah was and had been by best friend since fourth grade, nine years ago. Times were difficult for me, then, since I had just skipped third grade and did not fit in so well with the older kids. As if looking like a total nerd was not enough, I was obviously the only kid in the school who had two lesbian mothers instead of the traditional heterosexual parents, which made me a weirdo. Sarah was the girl everyone liked and wanted to be, with her perfect golden hair, big blue eyes, and rich lawyer parents. Furthermore, she was kind to everyone, even me. We had connected perfectly and had been the closest of friends ever since. Now, we were both at our second and last year of Natural sciences in Quebec City, and heading towards the Medicine program at Université Laval. We were alike in many ways, but so different at the same time, which made our friendship great.

''Class ends in exactly five minutes. Can't wait for my badminton practice'', she whispered, staring intently at the clock installed on the ugly white wall. ''Are you going straight home?''

''Yep, I am aiming for a 15 km tonight'' I said, glancing discreetly at the stranger outside, feeling tensed every time I met his gaze.

''You're crazy, you know. Running when it's so cold outside. I've heard that we may have our first snow tonight, in early October! I am going to die'', she whined dramatically while putting her pencil case in her bag.

''Come on, aren't you excited for ski season?'' I tried to be cheerful, although the stranger made me extremely nervous.

''The only thing I am excited about is the end of this semester, but there are still two freaking months left.''

We left rapidly after class, and I walked with Sarah to her badminton practice since I did not particularly want to wait for my bus outside while the stranger was still there. My strategy seemed to work, because I did not see him until the next day. I was in my French class when I had seen him again by the window, leaning on a tree and watching me, and the same thing happened on Wednesday. His gaze made me feel all kinds of strange emotions, from fear and discomfort to curiosity. Every time, he was too far for me to clearly identify him, but I could still see that he was young, and that he did not look like old, ugly pervert we imagined stalkers like.

He creeped me out, even though I did not want to admit it to myself. I loved seeing myself as a strong woman, or soon to be, so the fact that the simple presence of a bizarre man could make me so uncomfortable was making me doubt my own strength. However, it was now clear that he was stalking me, and I had to do something about it. I was feeling scared to go to school, and my grades could not be affected by something like that.

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