Page 32 of Prey

Outside, down the street, a group of students walked along, laughing and shrieking at something. I didn’t care, but it was an annoying distraction, so I pulled the blind and shot a middle finger at the camera. When I go back over the footage stored on the flash card, I’d see myself wanking off to a geek girl after I broke into her room.

Yeah, I know…I’m fucking obsessed.

Quick footsteps tip-tapping down the hall toward me, and I seized my ski mask and pulled it over my head with one hand since the other was clamped around my cock. Again, they stopped short of the door, and slamming followed as they entered their room. Jeez, my frat house ain’t this busy because my roommates spend their days hanging in the living rooms playing Xbox.

With the urge to contact her, I break my little wankfest and scroll for her number.

Me: Where r u?

The head of my cock pointed to my phone resting on her bed, eager for her reply as I inhaled the scent of her panties. I didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Waiting for her reply, I combed through her study materials, resting on the desk, and found a laptop tucked inside a thick folder. Naturally, most students would have a laptop in their possession, but Shaun and Callum never mentioned that they found hers and checked through it. I distinctly told them that if they found a device, they should search it for evidence.

Me: Did u find a laptop when u searched thru Riley’s room?

I flicked it on and waited for his reply as a mesmerizing photograph of a school of parrot fish in a turquoise sea came up as the screen saver. With my attention diverted, I tucked my cock away and leaned over the laptop on the desk. It was odd that nothing in this room indicated what type of person Riley Laws was. Even though this photograph was a commonly chosen pic of a fish made popular from an animated movie, it seemed contrived and deliberate.

Shaun: found no laptop.

I placed my finger on the mouse pad, and a popup box asking for a password blocked my search. Tapping my fingers on the wooden desk in frustration, I tried to think of what password she’d use. Her date of birth was the obvious choice, and I racked my brain trying to remember what that was. Then I remembered that while Shaun was pretending to be best buds with her at orientation, he stole her ID from her bag for a few seconds, took a picture, and sent it to me.

Okay, so maybe I won’t sack Shaun. He was a good mule and great at thieving and lying to get the dirt on someone.

Just as I scrolled through my gallery for the picture of her ID, a message from her came through that made me laugh.

Riley: You’re the stalker. You tell me where I am.

With that thought in mind, I entered her date of birth into the password box, and red words flashed at me, indicating the incorrect password. I paused for a second, trying to recall when Annika’s birthday was. She was a summer baby, yeah, I was sure her birthday was June or July... around the same time as Mikky’s. Mom would know because she kept a small notebook that listed important dates, but I didn’t want to contact her to find out.

Wait. Mikky. Fuck. I forgot his birthday.

His first birthday out of prison in years, and I fucking forgot it. I’ll use my fake ID to buy a packet of King of Denmark cigars, his favorite…well, it used to be his favorite before he was arrested. I’m guessing he never smoked the good stuff inside and resorted to Camels.

I had another three tries of the password before it locked out the user, so I decided not to try my luck. Instead, I shut it down and slid it back inside the folder. Now that I had the keycard, I could always return and try again.

After tidying her room, I hesitated before leaving because I liked being here, immersed in her perfume as her panties bulged in my pocket. I liked her subtle vibe, both in person and in the atmosphere created in her room amongst her things. She’d be a nice girl on my arm when going to parties or the beach. As I smoothed down her bed covers with my hand, I had to remind myself why I was there…to find Annika. That’s the problem. I was getting lost in Riley Laws as I searched for Annika Kaiser.

Ripping off the ski mask, I cracked the door to check that no one was watching before I left, dragging my feet and with a heavy heart. How could I possibly pursue this girl without showing her who I am? If she were Annika, she’d run and go underground again as soon as she saw my face. I couldn’t let that happen. Riley was growing on me, and I wanted to spend time with her one-on-one.

I pulled my hood over my head and trotted down the stairs, avoiding eye contact with anyone who came my way. Once I was out into the sunshine, an idea struck me of how I could pull it off—date Riley to get close to her without exposing who I was.

“You know, I might be a fucking genius,” I mumbled, rubbing my hands together in glee at my master plan as I strolled down the road to my car.

I think it might work.

17

As Gunner poked his head into my office, I grabbed the signed baseball from my desk and chucked it at the door. He pulled the door shut and swore blue murder at me before opening the door again.

“What the fuck, bro?” he growled, half smiling.

“Where’s the keycard, Gunner?” I demanded to know.

He groaned. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Liar. You took it from my desk,” I scolded, pretending to care when I didn’t. I didn’t want the guy to fuck around and get caught, and I also didn’t want him to harass an innocent girl. We’ve witnessed his obsession go a step too far before when wehad to bail him out, and I didn’t want to see that again, especially now that Mikky was out.

“Wasn’t me,” he shrugged innocently, still wearing that smirk.

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