Shauna should feel guilty about this...

Stalking you in her car on your street, camera in hand, watching you change? Yeah, that's weird, Shipman. But it's not like she's going to have a guilty conscience now; not with the photos she took over the weekend already developed—and especially not with your window wide open like that.

You were practically asking for it.

She feels her heart race when she sees you appear, carefree and distracted, as you stretch in the light, fumbling with the buttons on your blouse. Oh my God. Ever since you cheered for her at her first football game senior year, she's adored you, just like everyone else.

But Shauna is different. She will be different. And if she has to follow you after school to find out what you like, your favorite places, how you look without a shirt on... Whose fault is that?

God...