Maybe Being Stalked By A Hot Girl Isn't So Bad?

You grab the bag and make the walk back to your dorm. Thankfully, none of your friends see you carrying around such a girly backpack, because you don't want to handle the sorts of questions that they'd ask you. You can't even deal with the questions you are currently facing. How long had she been stalking you for? What even prompted her to do so? It was insane.

After awhile you come to the brilliant conclusion that you should confront her outright. You should barge right up and ask her....well what would you even ask her? “What the fuck?” seems near the top of the list. And what if it's not even her backpack? That would be the single most awkward moment of your life.

But, clearly someone has been stalking you. The proof is in the backpack. Suddenly, you don't feel very secure in your room. What if she's watching you or has some kind of camera trained on you, right now? You walk over to the window, quietly and then rush it open only to find...nothing. No cute asian girl. No camera. Or at least you think no camera. She might have some micro camera or something positioned there. But if she does, you can't see it. Besides, the angle of some of the shots differ from one another.

You try to approach the problem from every angle. The entire situation is weird, and difficult, and admittedly kinda hot. The girl who you think about fucking while you masturbate...is watching you masturbate?

“Man, this is fucked up” You say to no one in particular. Your roommate is still MIA, possibly locked in an Iranian prison cell. Maybe you should just go with it? At least your stalker is cute...