I Came Back For My Stalker

Summary

After striking out on finding a single open seat in the library for the nth time, I called the boy I knew was pathologically in love with me.

“Hey, Aidan,” I said, my voice breezy. “Quick question. You know that soundproofed little basement room you built for me? Any chance I could borrow it a little ahead of schedule?”

The silence on the other end of the line was so absolute I thought the call had dropped.

Then, a soft, strangled sound. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”