Eleven

GRAYSON

I should be on my way home to meet with my father to report on my school activities and how seriously I’m taking my schoolwork to avoid being watched by him or being told to return home and relocate to another city. I didn’t want to be so far away from home. I wanted to be close by, to feel the presence of mother nature.

Yes, I was supposed to go home to my father and report to him, but I found myself back in her room.

This was the eighth time I’d done this, wandering around and ending up in her room, but today her room was empty and the smell of her shampoo lingered, indicating that it hadn’t been long since she left. Her pheromones and everything about her aroused me. This shouldn’t be happening to me, and I shouldn’t feel this way about her.

I had been watching her every move and knew everything she did, her daily routine, where she went after school if her father didn't pick her up, what time she finished her assignment, what time she was on her phone, and when she went t