QUOTE : You know Shay Coleman?” the guy asked, sounding doubtful.<br /><br />The girl was still laughing. She had no clue what was going on.<br /><br />“I’m in a class with him. It’s all good. I’m not like a stalker or anything.” I shuddered at that thought, and as the girl pulled me forward and into a large crowd in the bar, I couldn’t help but think about the control a stalker had. They chose when to say something. They chose when to approach, when to look, when to retreat. They had all the control.<br /><br />That was creepy as fuck.<br /><br />I never wanted to be a stalker. Why was I thinking about that?