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Chapter 179: You Are The Only One For Me Chapter 179: You Are The Only One For Me Angelia

Jocey and I were at the coffee shop, sitting opposite each other and while I was looking at her, I wasn't actually seeing her. My mind was somewhere far away, and I definitely should feel shitty about it. But I couldn't register anything but what I had seen in the hallway just moments ago. What the hell had Adanna been doing with Marshall? Even with her back turned, she wasn't difficult to recognize. It was hard to admit it, but she was too pretty to be mistaken.

I had known she had a crush on him, that had been hard to miss. But it never seemed like he reciprocated her feelings. However, for my life, I can't understand why she was even at my school. From what I knew, she wasn't attending our university and why had they been standing so damn close? Marshall had clearly seen me yet, he hadn't been in touch afterward. He had to know how it must have looked for them to be standing so close for her to touch him so intimately like that. I mean, he didn't owe me anything. After all, I was the one who initiated our break and he was free to do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. I just...I guess I had thought he wouldn't move on so easily and so fast. My fingers itched to send him a text, but then again, I had given up my say when I said I wanted a break. "Are you okay?" Jocey asked, waving her teaspoon in front of me, clearly trying to get my attention. I blinked, snapping out of it.

"What did you say?" She sighed.

We sat there, talking for quite a while, going through two cups of coffee and a baguette each. I asked her if Godwin had ever asked her out, which he had. After he had asked me for her number the first time I met him, which I refused to give him. He then approached her directly. They had actually ended up going on a date, but there hadn't been any chemistry between them, which was a bummer. Godwin

seemed sweet.

All the while we talked, I still couldn't forget the topic of law. I had a few questions that turned to be asked, mainly about stalking and harassment. But I wasn't sure if it was the best idea. There could be consequences if I had asked them, but it wasn't like I was going to tell her about my situation. Although, maybe someone else's. That should be okay, right?

"Hey, have guys learned anything about stalking in one of your classes?" I asked Jocey, once again her brows furrowed.

"No, we haven't, why?" She asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. It is just a colleague who has some trouble with her ex-husband and the police won't do anything to help with the matter." I tried playing my question off, hopefully successfully.

I immediately regretted asking her about it though, he had made me too fucking paranoid to be talking about this but it t was too late to pull it back now.

that she get in touch with a family attorney or a criminal attorney to lay down a restraining order on his ass. She can also appeal to the court independently, but an attorney will

could stop myself, another question tumbled

her ex-husband. But what if it is not? What

sure no one was paying attention to our conversation and especially not the topic of

know the first and last name of her stalker as well. Although, with sufficient information, it can still be done. Like if she has their driver's license, home address,

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show my disappointment, not wanting to risk any more of the suspicion she had shown a moment ago. The reminder of our girl's coffee date was restrained on my part. I had too much on my mind, and the truth be told, my head was all fucked up. I couldn't stop wondering about Marshall and Adanna and I often had to fight the urge to check the camera in my apartment on my

through this. It made me sad because I didn't know how I would fix this. How long was this going to last? How long could I cope? And it made me discouraged, because now I knew the information I needed to get my hands on to be

that up. At the bus stop, my phone vibrated, indicating a text. Feeling relatively safe with so many people surrounding me, I took the opportunity to divert my attention-briefly to the phone screen. My heart started pounding when I saw the notice was from Marshall. My thoughts went immediately to what I had seen

family emergency, and I completely forgot until now. Adanna came to tell me my father was in the hospital and that my sister had tried to reach me, but my phone was in flight mode. My work phone died as well, I know what it looked like with her, but I assure you. I had no interest in her, she was the one coming to me but I made it clear to her that she and I would never happen. I have no interest in any other woman but

have made me feel bad that I needed the confirmation that nothing was happening between them when I was the one who wanted a break. But, the idea of the moving on fucking hurt, and it hurt worse knowing that I would have been the

lot. I just need to figure some stuff out before I can give you my answer. I hope everything is okay with your family. I texted back, it

in my chest on my way home, but it didn't last because when I got to my apartment door,

bed, getting a dress from my stalker because of that point. I have to admit that was what he was, creepy in and of

'Happy three years.'

They were disturbing gifts intended for a child. First, a teddy bear and now a freaking toddler's princess dress. My eyes were stuck to the red fabric and hundreds of thoughts flooded my mind while I stared at it. I found this one, more than the others alarming. The bear hadn't been too weird, but this was too specific. Why a toddler's dress? It took far too long to get my head straight enough to take a picture of both the dress and the note before I put the card in the envelope containing all the others, along with the scratched out pictures of

Marshall and breakfast sent by Kingston. But it was hard to hold on to that feeling when shit kept happening. My mind wasn't armored with strength, it wasn't built to protect myself. My mentality was fragile, too easy to crack. Just a hint of fear, and I was done for. It sucked to admit it, but that was the truth. My social anxiety stemmed from fear, fear of facing judgment, fear of not being good enough. Fear of being too weird, too ugly and too doll. It was so easy for something or someone to crack my frail mentality. Scare me just a little bit, and that fear would take root, being unable to fight it

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