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grieving his death while he’s following me around. He’s sick.
    Well, I knew that already, but still! This pisses me off. I will tell him so the next time I see him. This isn’t just about me. This is about his whole family.
    I think about messaging Olivia back and telling her that Brian is alive, but that would probably hurt more than my silence. Plus, she would think I’m crazy. She will have to see it to believe it.
    Screw Brian. I won’t let him dictate my life. Not anymore.
    I pull out my phone and send a text to Andrea.

    Me: Me. You. My new apartment. Movie. Tomorrow night.

    Andrea: I’m so there.
    Andrea: But you forgot. Me. You. Your 2 ex’s. Hahahaha.

    Me: Don’t remind me.

    More like three ex-boyfriends.
    But she doesn’t need to know that.
    I feel better already by sending that text. I’ll show Brian. And I will keep Andrea safe, no matter what the cost.
    I just wish I could get a message to Brian right now, but I have to wait for him. I made my move, so it’s his turn.
    I’m over the threats.
    Game on, Brian Asher.

    10 p.m.
    Not as dead as I thought.

    Veronica and I stayed at the furniture store literally, until they closed. But, thankfully, we picked out everything. Or she did, I just approved. And it’s going to be delivered on Friday morning. They weren’t going to deliver until next week, but Veronica offered a lot of extra money for a rush order. Apparently, cash is a language that everybody speaks. Honestly, I would sleep on the freaking floor to be out of Gabe and Ty’s dorm room. I’m not sure how much I can stand of the two of them.
    After shopping, I don’t feel like heading back to the dorm, so I go to the gym. There is only one other person here, and they’re on the other side of the gym. I climb on the elliptical and put on my headphones.
    I told myself I would be at the gym every day, but I end up coming three or four times a week. I guess it’s better than nothing. I don’t eat healthily at school, so I need to exercise to make up for it. Though, eating healthy will be easier now that I have my own apartment. I have a kitchen and a stove. They don’t let us have anything in the dorms that could potentially burn down the building. It’s probably for the best.
    I am nearly half way through the first K-Pop song on my workout mix when somebody walks up beside me. At first, I think they’re getting on the elliptical beside me, which annoys me. Because, really, out of all the empty ellipticals in here, they choose the one right beside me . But then I notice they don’t move to get on. I look over and nearly jump off the elliptical when I see Brian Asher standing there. He’s leaning against the workout equipment with a smirk on his face.
    I stop and yank the headphones out of my ears.
    “Hey, Beautiful,” he says, as if everything is completely normal between us. Like he would have said when we were dating.
    I roll my eyes. “Hey, Stalker.”
    He grins.
    “How did you even get in here? You have to use a student ID to open the door,” I say, then frown. “You know what, never mind. I don’t think I want to know.”
    Brian has made it pretty obvious he can get in anywhere he wants. Nowhere is safe. Not my dorm, not Gabe and Ty’s dorm, and not my new apartment. I wouldn’t even be safe in another country, because no matter where I go, Brian will follow me.
    “I guess you got my note,” he says.
    “Which one?” I ask. “I’ve got a lot of messages from you.”
    He almost looks confused by my words. “I let you a note. One note. On your car.”
    “And the text messages?” I ask.
    “I didn’t send any text messages,” he says. “But I did break your phone. Sorry about that. It was bugged, so really, I did you a favor.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
    “Never mind. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to manipulate me,” I say. “It’s not going to work. I’m not the weak