𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏

Note: This chapter will be longer in length.

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As Mia and I walked through the campus, the hum of student chatter filled the air, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It wasn't until a few guys passed by that I realized why. Their eyes were on me, sharp and unblinking, following me as I walked. It was like they couldn't even bother pretending to be discreet. The way they stared made me feel like some kind of display at a zoo, vulnerable and exposed.

I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, trying to shield myself from their gaze, but Mia didn't seem to notice. She was too absorbed in talking about the new outfits she wanted to buy for the weekend; a jacket, a pair of boots, some accessories she could "totally rock" at the upcoming party.

I wasn't really listening, not because I didn't care about what she was saying, but because my thoughts kept circling back to everything that had happened, and the way the guy's were still staring at me. It was as if they could sense the cracks in my composure, or maybe it was just the knowledge that I now had a target on my back. Either way, I felt like I was under a microscope, and I hated every second of it.

I hate attentions, i just want to be a nobody.

Mia noticed the guy's lingering gazes too, but she didn't react the way I expected. Instead, she just shrugged them off with a carefree wave of her hand. "They always stare, Eloise," she said, her voice light and dismissive. "You just need to get used to it."

I wasn't sure I would ever get used to it, but I kept that to myself. Instead, I shifted the topic to something that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.

"Hey, Mia... have you heard anything about Logan? Is he still missing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, like I didn't want to admit how much I needed to know the answer.

Mia's expression flickered, a brief flash of uncertainty crossing her face before she quickly masked it with a shrug. "The police haven't found him yet, no," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "But I heard he left the city. Just packed up and dipped. Apparently, he's somewhere out of city."

I blinked, processing the information. "Out of city? Why? What happened?"

Mia shrugged again, a little more slowly this time. "I don't know. But it's probably for the best, right? At least he's not stuck here." Her tone was flippant, but there was an edge of something I couldn't quite place in her voice. I wasn't sure if she was relieved, worried, or just tired of dealing with it all.

We continued down the path, passing by the usual groups of students, some laughing, some buried in their phones, and others just trying to get to their next class. But as we neared the building where my next lecture was, I spotted something that caught my eye. A technician, standing near the door with a ladder and tools scattered around him, was working on something above the hallway. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I noticed the camera, there was a camera mounted above the door, and it was pointed at an odd angle, like it was being adjusted.