Stalker

And all of the shuffling around campus was because I was still following Gideon Grant. I was obsessed as always—no, more so. There was nothing rational about it. I had no excuses for my behavior. It was just what I had to do. If someone had told me three months earlier that I would become a stalker, I would have told them they were crazy. But even now, knowing it was me who was crazy, I didn't care. I lived for Gideon to look my way, to beckon to me with his hand, to take me to paradise.