Now You Know Me | ✓

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I HAVE A problem.

The name Eva Hawkins has been running through my mind several times the past four weeks.

That's what usually happens when a boy starts developing feelings for a girl. I wouldn't know as I always claim, I've never fallen in love before.

Perhaps attirance and looks in general made me feel as if I didn't need to love. I could get anyone as simple as it sounds. No feelings attached or reluctance. One-time things.

I vaguely knew that it was happening and that terrified me. The augmentation of the heart race, the adrenaline that coursed through my veins and the daily anticipation of seeing her face.

I was falling hard and swift. It does go crazy when boys develop feelings.

Thing is I'm that boy, and Eva Hawkins doesn't know I exist.

I'd say it all started when I was assigned to steal one of Eva's belongings.

I started following her, watching her, learning something new about her each day. And I know what's running inside your head at the moment. I'm not a creep. I just fulfill orders from the upper class men.

But it's crazy how much you can learn from watching someone and their every moves, face expressions, interactions, and much more.

My case is a sad one, indeed. I have a crush on a girl who doesn't know I'm breathing right now.

After learning so much about her and putting two and two together, I figured out exactly how to steal her precious, valuable cellphone. And why her cellphone, you might ask?

It'll be clearer later on.

I'm aware I'll be ruining her life if I do, but I don't really have several options. I have to remind myself that this is strictly for my mission.

Two days ago, I heard she was heading to a certain party, and so I can't leave her alone for two solemn reasons: one, I was assigned to, and two, I really like her.

I know you must be thinking, what a sad, pitiful fellow, sitting inside his car and wondering about life choices and the hell he's doing. That's fine with me. Carry on if you must.

I hop outside of my car, pulling my hoodie up to cover my face. I take a deep breath, two, three... "She doesn't know you. Relax."

I brace myself and follow the crowd, spotting her almost immediately along with her boyfriend and a girl I don't recognise.

I stare at her. God, she's beautiful. My heart tugs when she looks around a little, then smiles at something he said. I nearly growl in frustration.

"Douche," I whisper through my gritted teeth.

I try my best to breathe and relax, following them inside the crowd of sweaty people and hoping I don't make a wrong turn.

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