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Okay. There might have been a tape.

You pissed me off. I had to do it, okay?

Chills run down my spine. This doesn’t make sense. The psycho is the same stranger who sabotaged Madelyn’s and my relationship in college. The one who leaked our sex tape. He’s here. He’s back.

Remember me yet?

16

MADELYN

Hannah sketching ideas for the charity event flyers during lunchtime as she eats a sandwich proves to be the perfect opportunity for me to put my ‘Operation Handwriting’ in motion.

“Loving the drawings!” I say with a high-pitched tone. “Are you doing the typography yourself?”

“Y-yeah?” Hannah’s eyebrows scrunch.

“Oh.” I pause. “I think we should check who has the best handwriting of all the teachers and have that teacher do the text part.”

She tilts her head. “Nah. It’s okay. I don’t think they care about that part as long as we have some flyers. My handwriting isn’t the best, but it’s readable.”

“You’re already putting in so much work, girl. You’re hand-drawing these instead of looking up pictures from online. Let me take some of the workload off you. Let’s get someone else to do the text; you focus on your art.”

She purses her lips. “Isn’t that a lot of work?”

Bingo. “I’ll do it,” I say. “I’ll go around and ask everyone to write down some words in their own handwriting, and we can compare.”

“And you think they’ll agree to work on all the flyers?”

“I’ll convince them,” I say. “And worst-case scenario, we make copies of the text and paste it on top. It’ll give the flyers a cute craft-like look.”

Hannah nods. “Okay, go for it.”

I stand up, taking a few sheets of paper and a pen with me. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

The shenanigans end up taking almost the whole lunch hour, as I need to stroll around the school looking for every single teacher.

I add Regina, the receptionist, to the mix just to make the suspect list longer. No one complains when I imply they may have to contribute to the flyer-making, since all I ask from them at the moment is to write down a single sentence.

Once I have the sheet of paper filled, I sneak into the copy room to make a copy for Hannah as well.

“Oh, thanks!” She smiles.

“It’s nothing,” I say. “Let’s take a look at all of them and settle on someone by tomorrow, okay?”

***

It’s during my own class, as the students focus on a writing prompt I handed for creative writing, and I’m sitting at my desk, that I scan the results. I pull out the last note that my stalker left me, and place it right next to the sheet of paper with all the teachers’ handwriting. Yes, even Kayden’s.

His was a pain to get.

I inspect it now, and a crease forms between my eyebrows.

What in the hell.

I scoff.

To my little demon. Love and kisses, Kayden. And his name is his signature. He did not write down what I asked him to, but rather signed the paper for me as if I were his fan.