"Destiny has two ways of crushing us . . . by refusing our wishes . . . and by fulfilling them."
- Henri Frederic Amiel
Monday, December 8
Scott Carmichael was being stalked. He never saw the desperate girl with hungry eyes, wanting him in ways she couldn't describe. Her every move betrayed her nameless longing, her desire to step from the shadows and know what it was to be truly loved.
Stalking Scott was her morning ritual, as natural as drinking coffee, as simple as breathing air. Every day, the girl promised herself today would be different. Today would be the day Scott noticed her, took her in his arms, kissed her, and . . . She wasn't sure what happened next, only that it would be wonderful, magical, the kind of happy ending you only found in a romance novel.
That girl was me.
I followed Scott through the crowded halls of Capital High. The windows were wet with rain, endless gray waves that hid our school from the world, shrinking it until there was only this hallway, th...