Harley is out too, since I’m not sure if he’ll be able to handle himself if he needs to. He’s tough, yes, but he’s not a fighter, not like my brother or Logan. That, and he’s honestly far too flaky to be able to help me. It’s like ever since a couple of years ago, his mind has been elsewhere and he’s unable to focus on anything for too long.
That leaves Noah. I know he can keep up with my brother when sparring, so I know he’d be able to protect himself if my crazy stalker somehow got to him, and he’s the most sensible of them all. I think his levelheadedness is exactly what I need right now. He’ll know what to do, and while I’m sure it’ll be a struggle to get him to not tell the other guys, I think he’ll probably put my wishes first if I make it clear that them knowing is not what I want.
Yeah… I think Noah is exactly who I need. Now, I just need to find him.
I scrape myself up off the bathroom floor and rush through my routine, not caring about my appearance so long as I’m wearing appropriate clothing, my teeth are brushed, and my hair is out of my face before I leave.
I make sure to lock the door behind me, though I’m not sure what good that will do because clearly the masked guy knows his way around the system that’s in place since everything was as it was when I went to bed last night.
Maybe he’s some sort of hacker or something if he was able to get around the security measures the guys put in place?
Now that I think about it, I’m sure Cole told me that there was also a security system in place on the balcony window, so it would make sense if he was since the guys should have been notified of the disturbance on the balcony and they definitely would have said something to me. I think the one at the front door works differently, since I’m always coming in and out of the dorm and I’m sure they wouldn’t have wanted to be notified every time I come and go.
They’re overprotective, not insane.
Nottooinsane, at least.
Still, I know that if Logan finds out what happened, he’ll blame himself since he’s the one who installed all of my security measures.
I pull out my phone and send a text to Noah.
Where are you?
He doesn’t respond straight away, so I head to the coffee shop near my dorm while I wait for him to reply. I order us both drinks and check my phone while I wait for them.
Noah
Home, what’s up?
I bite my lip and debate for a moment. It would be weird to ask him if he’s alone, right? What if he tells one of the others about my text and then they all want to know what’s going on? What if I give him the wrong idea? God, I hate all this secrecy, it’s really starting to stress me out. The barista calls my name, and I take both drinks from her with a smile before balancing them both on top of each other as I type out a response.
Is everyone there?
There, that sounds okay, right? That way, if the other guys find out about the texts, then I can just say I tried getting hold of Cole first or something, right? It’s not uncommon for Cole to not answer his phone straight away, and I’m sure I can spout some story about me trying to call him and the connection not working if I need to.
Oh Jesus, I’m not built for sneaking around.
Luckily, he replies straight away this time, and I let out a breath of relief as I read his message.
Noah
Just me, little one. You okay?
I smile at the nickname. The others all either just call me G or little Aston, but not Noah. He’s always called me little one.
I head straight there, figuring I can skip class for one day. Having a creepy stalker break into my dorm is extenuating circumstances, isn’t it?
Not like I’d ever actually tell the professors that.
Still, I’m at the top of most my classes, and it’s very rare that I skip any of them, so I’m sure it won’t hurt if I miss today.
I don’t bother knocking when I get there and the door is unlocked so I just let myself in, finding Noah lying on the sofa in the theater room watching something on the screen.
He looks like he’s not long gotten out of bed himself, since his hair is messy from sleep and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants with his abs on display.
If he was anyone other than my brother’s best friend and someone I grew up with, I’d probably find him hot as hell, but I’ve never looked at him in that way. Still, I can still objectivelysay he’s good looking with his wavy brown hair, sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. I can see why all the girls want him in the way that they do.
His brows crease when he spots me and he sits up abruptly, quickly pausing the TV before giving me his full attention.
