She Doesn't Have A Monopoly on Cameras

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 decide you should confront her. 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.

But all of this makes you think. For you to do something about this, you need to catch her in the act. What "do something about this" entails is still up in the air. Arrest her? Fuck her? Fuck her while arresting her? And you doubt you'll be able to find her by peeking out the window every ten minutes. You're going to need to capture her on camera.

Two hours later you return home with a cheap hundred dollar digital camera. You set it up in the bushes behind where she would have to spy from to get that angle and then set a link between it and your computer. After that you crawl into bed for a nap. It's still hard to resist the urge to peek out the window, but if you want to catch her you need to act naturally.