I had a confrontation with the aloof campus heartthrob, and in the heat of the moment, I punched him. Then, something strange happened—I could hear his thoughts. [I’m breathless. She’s so adorable, that punch was amazing! I want to kiss her until she faints!] I yanked his tie and murmured a warning: “You creep, if you follow me again, I’ll tie you to a post and beat you up!” The guy was taken aback, his eyes unexpectedly filled with anticipation. [Tie me up? Could things get any better?] After that day, I went out of my way to avoid this weirdo. Until one night, he sneaked into my bed and covered my eyes from behind. “I’ve given you my heart, why can’t you love me a little?” Every time I walked back to my dorm after class, I felt someone trailing me, keeping their distance. I sped up, my heart racing. This shadow had been following me for a while. I reported it to the campus security, but they dismissed it as stress-induced paranoia, assuring me there couldn’t be a stalker. “Does something terrible need to happen before you take action? I’ll report your negligence!” After seeing my frustration, they reluctantly checked the surveillance. But they found nothing. Strangely, the stalker didn’t rob or harass me. He just silently followed. Later, pretending to tie my shoelaces, I finally saw the person hiding behind a tree. He wore a dark hoodie and a baseball cap, tall and lean. He actually… looked kind of handsome. I swallowed hard, a slight smile creeping up. Things were suddenly getting interesting. However, I sensed this person was different from the previous stalker. Every day after school felt like a game of hide-and-seek. Until one day, I hid around the corner of the lab building, ready to uncover this peeper’s identity. I gripped my pepper spray. If he was a handsome guy, maybe I was the creep. I’d drag him back to my place to repay him for scaring me all this time. If he was a creepy guy, I’d take him straight to the police station for questioning. But before I could act, a large hand covered my eyes, pulling me backward. My back slammed into a solid, warm chest. The familiar scent of pine and snow filled my nostrils. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Logan, what are you up to? Let go.” The man behind me seemed a bit surprised. “You recognized me so quickly?” I stomped on his foot, breaking free in his moment of pain. “Are you crazy? Following me after school every day, are you some kind of psycho?” Logan remained as cold as ever, hands in his pockets, looking like he deserved another punch. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was just headed to the music room to practice piano, and it just so happened to align with your schedule.” Could it really be a coincidence every single day? I knew he was getting back at me. For accidentally spilling soup dumplings on his piano! “If you keep following me, I’ll…” He moved closer, his eyes indifferent. Trapping me against the wall, he looked down at me. “What will you do?” The patience I tried to maintain crumbled in his presence. I flexed my wrist and threw a punch. “Bang!” Logan turned his head, a slight bleed at the corner of his mouth. Seeing him like that, my reason returned, and I pulled back my hand, feeling guilty. Oops, I was impulsive. What if this shameless guy clung to me? Logan licked his lip. I didn’t dare look at him, focusing on my shoes. But he forced me to meet his icy eyes by tilting my head up. Logan smirked, teasing me. “Is that all the strength you have? Didn’t eat enough?” I regretted feeling guilty. I should have hit him harder! Right now, Logan’s gaze was cold, his grip on my cheek firm and chilling. He leaned in, whispering in my ear. Like a snake waiting to strike, cold and slimy. But then I heard a strange voice. [Awww, Sweetie is so cute, that punch felt great! I want to kiss her until she faints!] What the heck? Who’s talking? Logan clearly didn’t open his mouth? Am I hearing his inner thoughts? This creep is calling me Sweetie? His mushy words gave me goosebumps. Ignoring that voice, I grabbed his collar and threatened: “If you follow me again, I’ll tie you to a post and beat you!” He was stunned, unable to hide the expectation in his eyes. [Tie me up? Is there such a good thing?] Turns out he’s not just a stalker, but maybe a masochist too. He put on a cold front, but his inner drama was intense. After his inner excitement, Logan’s face returned to its indifferent calm, graciously explaining to me. “You’re overthinking it. I wasn’t following you.” “If I really wanted to scare you, I’d just put the spiders you’re afraid of in your backpack. Why go through the trouble?” Though I wanted to hit him, I had to admit, he made sense. I could feel it recently; it was indeed Logan following me. But as for who was stalking me earlier, I had no idea. “Forget it, I can’t be bothered with you. Don’t let me catch you following me again.” I pushed him away and left without looking back. [Is Logan mad at me again?] [But she’s so cool and fierce, I love her. I want to be Logan’s dog!] Hearing these thoughts, I covered my flushed face, awkwardly quickening my pace. Damn Logan, what nonsense is he thinking?
Back at the dorm, my aunt’s video call came in. Lately, she’s been calling me non-stop. She seemed particularly worried about me. I adjusted my emotions before answering the call. After chatting about trivial matters, my aunt tentatively asked, “Logan, have you encountered anything strange at school recently?” My heart skipped a beat. Could my aunt know that I was being followed? I immediately told her everything that had happened. “So that person isn’t following you anymore?” I nodded, it seemed that way. The previous stalker wasn’t as tall as Logan and was slimmer. Recently, it’s just been that annoying Logan. I thought the stalkers were working together, but it turned out the later one was Logan. My aunt’s tense expression finally relaxed. She laughed and said, “Good thing I found the right person to have Logan protect you. That kid is reliable.” Huh? I almost choked on my water. “Aunt, you mean you had Logan follow me?” She nodded matter-of-factly. “Yes, you have classes at night, and your school’s security isn’t strict. I was worried, so I asked Logan to watch over you.” “You two grew up together and are at the same school; having him protect you gives me peace of mind.” I felt guilty. If my aunt knew that not only did I scold Logan, but I also punched him hard enough to make his mouth bleed, would she scold me? After ending the video call, I couldn’t stop thinking about it while showering. It seems the previous stalker was taken care of by Logan. But I misunderstood his good intentions. He was protecting me, but I mistook him for a stalker and even hit him. Should I apologize? After all, that punch numbed my hand. I hope I didn’t loosen his teeth. After getting out of the shower, I changed into my nightgown, slightly dried my hair, and ran downstairs to the boys’ dorm. I thought about sending him a message, but after editing it, I couldn’t bring myself to hit send. That damn Logan, a year older than me. Our families are neighbors, so he’s sort of my childhood friend. But he always wore an expressionless face, speaking with an air of superiority. I’ve always found him annoying. Now, apologizing to him is something I just can’t do. Just as I hesitated, Logan walked out of the dorm. He wore a loose gray jacket, jeans, and carried a bag of trash. Seeing me, he stopped, giving me a puzzled look as if asking what I wanted. I awkwardly greeted him. “Haha, still up this late?” Logan slowly threw away the trash, speaking elegantly: “Yeah.” The next second, his inner voice echoed: [Of course, I’m still up. I knew you’d come to apologize, so I waited at the door. Baby is so cute, kissing, kissing, kissing.] I was speechless, but he remained calm. Such a scheming guy. It must be hard for him to act so proper. Logan’s haughty gaze finally landed on me. Seeing my nightgown, he immediately frowned. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “Yan Logan, showing up in a nightgown at the boys’ dorm, do you want people to think I have a girlfriend?” I looked down at my nightgown. It was knee-length and perfectly normal, not suggestive at all. Just as I was about to retort, I heard his inner voice again. [Sweetie just showered, so soft and white, too cute. Those guys better not look at my wife.] [Her legs are so slender and white. If she kicked me hard, it’d feel amazing. Ah, I’m dead.] His inner voice spoke right in my ear, the content so embarrassing it made my toes curl. Damn creep, taking advantage of me not hearing to say all this flirty nonsense in his head. “Cora Harper, sneaking into the boys’ dorm at night dressed like that, trying to make people think I’ve got a girlfriend?” I glanced down at my nightgown. It was knee-length, perfectly innocent. I was about to fire back when I caught a glimpse of his inner thoughts. [Sweetie just got out of the shower, all soft and fair, so adorable. Those guys better not stare at my girl.] [Her calves are so slender and pale. If she kicked me, it’d probably feel amazing. Ah, I’m done for.] His voice echoed in my mind, and the embarrassing content made my toes curl. What a creep. Just because he thinks I can’t hear him, he lets his mind run wild. I touched my flushed face and turned away from him. “I’m here to apologize. I mistook you for a stalker today; my Aunt explained everything.” With that, I turned to leave. But he caught my wrist and said nonchalantly, “Is this your idea of an apology? I don’t see any sincerity.” He’s really pushing it! I’ve come to apologize, and now he’s being picky? Next time, I’ll hide his piano and see how arrogant he gets without it! [If she could just give me a kiss, I’d die happy!] “You shameless jerk, don’t even think about it. Absolutely not!” I was stunned as soon as the words left my mouth. I accidentally replied to his inner thoughts. Logan looked at me, puzzled. “What’s impossible?” Afraid of revealing that I could hear his thoughts, I quickly covered up. “I mean, for sincerity, I’ll give you a box of chocolate milk later. How’s that for sincerity?” It was from last year when a classmate visited me after I sprained my ankle. Not sure if it’s still good. [Does Sweetie like chocolate milk?] No, I don’t. Logan’s gaze drifted as if lost in thought again. Sometimes, I really wonder what’s going on in his head. Always thinking about random things. I went back to my dorm and grabbed the box of chocolate milk, even wiping the dust off with a tissue. When I returned, Logan was waiting for me by the gazebo next to the boys’ dorm. He seemed warm, his collar open as he drank water. Droplets slid down his chin and disappeared into his shirt. I found myself captivated. Previously, when Logan was voted campus heartthrob every year, I scoffed, thinking people were shallow for not seeing what a jerk he really was. But now, I realized I was just pretending to be above it all. Logan does have some charm. Once I snapped out of it, I quickly shoved the chocolate milk into his arms. “Here, my apology gift. We’re even now.” Afraid of hearing more of his shameless thoughts, I turned and ran toward the girls’ dorm. [She’s so cute, I just want to hold her and kiss her breathless.] I almost slipped. Is he crazy or what? Ever since I could hear Logan’s thoughts, I’ve been avoiding him. I’m such a mess. Usually, I can’t stand his cold face. But when I don’t see him for a few days, it feels like something’s missing. Did that jerk put a spell on me? With no classes on the weekend and feeling restless, I decided to stay at my apartment for a day. I drank too much coffee while working on my paper, making it hard to sleep that night. At 1 AM, as I was about to get up for a drink of water, I suddenly heard the balcony door sliding open. Cold sweat broke out on my back instantly. A thief? Or that stalker again? Time seemed to stretch, and I could hear my own breathing and heartbeat clearly. Creak. The balcony door was fully opened.
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