*Stalker*

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I had an idea,it kind of crept me out during last night and I wanted to share it with all of you :)

This will be my new book,and this is the first chapter .Soooo,yes.I hope you'll like it guys .I will update my other books too don't worry :)I would be very grateful to get feedbacks !

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I have a hobby.

Okay,not a hobby more like an unhealthy obsession.

I am what you may call : stalker,voyeur or Peeping Tom .

Not a rapist and harassing stalker like,but the silently watching one.I don't know if there are types of stalkers at all anyway,but what I know is that I am the kind that smoothly follows every step of his obsession.Learning the motions of his body,the things he likes or dislikes,what is angering him and what not. Where he lives,where he works and how he likes his coffee and what kind of girls he likes to pick up.Everything,from his foot size to his underwear size.I know it.How could I come across such information you ask?

It wasn't easy that is for sure ,but there's no such a thing as impossible if you are determined enough.And I am one determined bastard.

Before you ask,no. I never felt this way with anybody in my entire life before. You can say I'm in love.But the word,Love can't quite describe the way I feel about him.It's a majestic large and indescribable wave of emotion that grew larger with each passing day .It began when I first saw him walking trough the university's large garden.

Sitting under an oak tree with laptop in my lap trying to finish my assignment I was out of my depth,when a hand on my shoulder scared the shit outta me.Looking up I recognized my friend Cindy ,who was smirking at me and pointed to a tall and broad figure saying she will hook up with the young man.I arched a brow at her,then my gaze travelled in the way of her pointing neatly polished fingers . . .and this was the point where my life changed drastically.

The broad shoulders indicated how much muscle must had lay ed under the blue shirt that firmly embraced his upper body,while his long legs powerfully moved with each stride. Radiating off erotica and sex from every pore .And the guy knew it ,it was crystal clear from how his dark orbs screamed submit to me! And the girls were ever ready to submit judging from Cindy reaction at first then what I observed through the years I spent. . .well observing him.

My obsession first was innocent really,I was and am an innocent man in truths even if it's hard to believe.So,somehow I got aware of him in my classes.I couldn't understand how I didn't noticed him before,must had been the fact that I was always lost in my own world.But when he stepped inside the bubble of my head unaware of course about it,he changed me and kicked around in my brain cells then something must had been snapped or broke by his presence and there was nothing else anymore in my mind but him.

How he sat in his chair in the first row of the big university classrooms,or how his back moved when he scratched his hair with his flat and tanned hand.How his hair Nutella brown hair reached his neck slightly and how he was always bothered by it but never had it cut shorter.He was such a magnetic person by all means. Like gravitation.He was like gravitation and I was a dumb apple that couldn't resist falling. And I fell deep in a hole that didn't had any outlet.God knows I wanted to be free from him when I realized I might be ill,but it was simply impossible.Impossible I am saying!

I just decided that I will give up my three hours of following him around per day,when at a party -where I wasn't invited -he came up to me and asked if I had a lighter.I just shook my head dumbly.I was too stunned to say anything,and it was a mistake I thought I will never do again,and also it was sign .