PROLOGUE
MARC
I sat there in the same seat I’ve been sitting in in my Biology class since the first day of high school. No one sat in my seat. I’d carve my fucking name on it if it wasn’t an act of vandalism and contrary to popular belief; I wasn’t some punk-ass kid looking for trouble. Believe it or not I have a permanent seating arrangement for all my classes and everyone knows to stay clear from my seats.
People don’t really wonder why I sit where I sit. To them it’s obvious. It’s at the back of the class. But it should be perceptible by now that I’m not that obvious. The reason I sit where I sit is because of a girl. Do I love this girl? No. Do I have a crush on her? Maybe. Am I a pervert? Yes. But these are not the reasons. I just find this girl interesting and I suppose that she’s awoken a hidden “stalker” in me. I like watching her. I know it sounds creepy and it was rather alarming at first, but now I’ve grown accustom to it. I’ve accepted who I am. I tried to stop, I really did. But I just can’t help it.
