Page 7 of Tangled in His Game

But is Victor stalking me?

Only one way to find out.

I pull out my phone and aim the camera toward his table. As I lean it against my cup, I pretend to be going through my notes.

The feeling returns, and I glance at my phone screen. He’s looking straight at me. As I raise my head, he’s again busy with his phone.

I look down again, and there it is. After a few times, I manage to catch his gaze. He just gives me that icy-cold, empty stare.

What’s wrong with him? What is he doing? His phone is still in his hand. Is he trying to film me doing something...? But what?

I don’t get it. Maybe he expects me to notice him and freak out on him for following me, and then he can deny everything and record a video of me acting crazy. Yeah, not going to happen.

I quickly grab my things and stride for the door. Once I’m out, I break into a run. If he doesn’t know where I went, he can’t follow me, and I don’t think he’ll race after me.

Why would he waste his time with me, though? Am I so entertaining to him and his friends? It makes no sense. He should be focusing on his class, or homework, or practice. He has to have hockey practice sometime, right?

As I get closer to my home, I slow down. Panting for breath, I throw a glance over my shoulder. Victor isn’t there. Good.

Just because he was watching me and appeared in two places where I was doesn’t mean anything, does it? It could be a coincidence, and he already stared at me before for no reason at all.

At this point, I don’t know if I’m unnerving myself because of my history with Sebastian or because there’s really something weird going on with Victor. I need to calm down.

If I go straight back home after class, Victor won’t find me interesting anymore. I can go somewhere when he has practice or a game because I doubt he’s going to send his friends after me.

And if the whole thing is just in my head, nothing will happen. Yep, I have an anti-Victor plan. Running into him should happen way less often.

Chapter 5

ISETTLE INTO MY USUALseat in class. It’s been a few days, and even though I haven’t made any friends, no one is talking about me anymore. No one glares at me or pays me any attention, which is perfect.

I glance at the door and furrow my brow. Victor strolls through it, which is unusual, since I’m the one who comes last to class. Instead of going for his spot among his friends, Victor slides into the seat next to me.

My wide eyes meet his because there are plenty of empty seats around me. He just stares back at me, his face expressionless.

I look at Greg and Vanessa. They watch us with perplexed expressions on their faces. Victor’s empty seat is between them. What the hell is going on?

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