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He was seated outside the window of Lexington Preparatory in the form of a cat, studying every slight movement Anastasiya Novikova made, until his acquaintance (otherwise known as someone he wanted nothing to do with) Noah arrived.
Noah hadn't let out a sound when he approached, but despite that, Will continued looking forward, eyes trained on the girl. He hadn't jumped, hadn't flinched, and he didn't need to turn around to see the disapproving look on Noah's face as he spoke. Because he just knew it was a disapproving one, and that gave him less reason to feel guilt.
"You're stalking her?" he asked the cat that was grinning to hide his discomfort.
So yeah, maybe Will was doing something wrong, but he needed to observe. He had been doing so for the past three weeks. Needed to see how stable she was, how privileged, and how she reacted to certain situations. She was a random person in the crowd, but despite how bland she appeared, he still had his eyes glued to her.
See, observation was key.
Looking away from the girl and then turning towards Noah, he figured morphing himself into his actual form was for the best right now. He'd built up experience being in his cat form and it had been one of his absolute worst experiences ever. He hated it. His powers had limits, but being a cat was somehow worse than being weak. He had disliked it when a random woman had tried feeding him sardines and he hated it when Anastasiya's neighbors had made their butler chase the cat off their roof.
So, he turned into his proper form. What replaced was a tall and handsome man with long red hair, looking like he badly needed a stretch. So he did, completely disregarding the fact that his real form was standing on a roof, looking down at a cafeteria where there was a window instead of a normal ceiling. If the students wanted, they could easily spot him just by craning their necks.
Will was aware of humans and how they had a hard time dealing with things that didn't match their realities. Camouflaging himself as a cat was better than his six foot four frame (which was more obvious to spot) that could easily be recognised when stalking an eighteen year old girl. His beauty made him even more memorable.
At least that was what he believed.
A cat looking through a window? No biggie. A grown, handsome man, however? That's too much attention.
Ignoring Noah's scoff, he finished up his stretching and looked at him. He was staring at the girl with narrowed eyes. Will hadn't needed to tell him which girl it was.
"Not stalking; observing. Big difference," he finally replied.
Noah shot him a sharp look. It said something like you're incompetent and I want you gone, though Will paid it no heed. Silent threats were common between them. He got more than a few from Noah, but Will didn't care to give him any back.
