"A hundred eyes are better than one."

I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you talking about?"

Cloey joined in, "Yea, what are you talking about?"

Dylan ran his hand through his hair, "Well, I haven't exactly been totally honest with the both of you. The camera doesn't belong to the stalker." He sighed, "It's mine."

Cloey leaned over to me, "Wait I'm confused...Dylan's the stalker?"

I folded my arms and glared at Dylan, "I don't know Cloey, but I'm starting to believe he is."

"When you see what's on the camera you're gonna be happy I hid it in here."

I rose a brow, "Why? What will I see on there other than naked videos of myself and videos of Amelia having sex on my bed even after I told her not to, which I really would rather not see?"

Cloey shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe we've been searching for the stalker for so long and he's been right beside us the entire time."

Dylan rolled his eyes, "I'm not the stalker."