Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He’d lost interest.
He’d had his fun, moved on, and was happy and laughing
with someone else, while I sat around and missed him.
I thought that was why it was a good idea to get a job. If
you can’t keep your head on straight, then at least keep busy.
I was still constantly aware of him, though. Living my life
as if he were watching me. Curling my hair, asking Ari for
makeup advice—which she loved and was actually really nice
about helping with—and dancing. Dancing late at night after
everyone had gone to bed in hopes that he was there and
would know it was safe to come out.
Two strange but fascinating visits two years ago, and I still
walked around like he was watching me.
Because, I swore, sometimes I thought he was. After that
Devil’s Night and he disappeared, I could be at a party or a
basketball game or sitting on the terrace under the awning in a
summer rain and listening to my audiobook, and then…I’d
feel it. The heat of his eyes.
I guessed he could’ve still been watching, but why cut off
contact?
Probably just my mind playing tricks on me, but it made it
hard to forget him. He’d definitely succeeded at making an
impression, hadn’t he?
And in all the time since I’d last spoken to him, I hadn’t
told anyone about him. I’d joined the dance club at school,
made some new friends, and even though I felt a lot more
comfortable there now, it was the one place that was drama
free for me. I could only imagine how the story of my
mysterious interlude with a dark stranger would suddenly turn
into a story of how I was forced to dance for a psycho serial
killer who wanted to dress me up in pigtails and keep my feet
as souvenirs. No, thank you. I wouldn’t let anyone ruin it.
Not to mention, telling others risked my parents finding
out, and that would be bad.
Carrying the tray up the stairwell, I walked into the
manager’s office and set it down on her desk.