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Amelia Harper never thought she’d fall in love with a stalker—especially not one as awkward and hopelessly bad at flirting as Oliver. But life has a funny way of turning the creepy into the cute.

Between imaginary cats giving terrible dating advice, best friends with no filter, and a boy who watches her like she’s his entire world (in the least serial-killer way possible), Amelia’s love story is anything but ordinary.

As their clumsy romance unfolds—filled with hilarious misunderstandings, heart-fluttering moments, and an undeniable connection—Amelia realizes that love isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s found in quiet glances, accidental confessions, and the boy who’s been there all along.

But love isn’t a fairytale, and growing up means learning when to hold on… and when to let go.

A rom-com filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of magic—because sometimes, the best love stories begin in the shadows.

Silhouette of us

For the first time in my life, I followed good advice.

Lena had me take notes—actual notes—on the art of flirting. According to her, I had been "embarrassing women everywhere," which felt a bit dramatic, but I digress.

And so, armed with The Carter Method™, I went about my normal school routine.

At first, I thought I was being paranoid.

Even during math class—which was weird, because nobody willingly pays attention in math.

I tried shaking it off, but my skin would tingle every time. And every time I turned around—nothing.

It wasn't Whiskers (obviously, since he was an imaginary cat).

And it wasn't Daniel Carter—who had started treating me like an actual human ever since I stopped following Whiskers' horrible flirting tips.

The thought sent chills down my spine.

It was after school when I finally snapped.

Lena and I were sitting outside Milo's Diner, our favorite spot, when I felt it again.

That someone is totally watching me right now feeling.

"Lena," I whispered, not looking up. "Don't be obvious, but… is anyone staring at me?"

She blinked, then casually looked around. "Uh… define 'staring.'"

"Okay, okay," she muttered, setting down her milkshake. "Yeah. There's a guy across the street. Hoodie, kinda tall, just… standing there."

"Yep," Lena cut in. "He just looked away real fast."

She sipped her milkshake, eyeing me. "Sooo… you got a stalker now, orrr?"

I choked. "Don't joke about that!"

"I'm just saying," she shrugged. "He's either a creep or a very socially awkward secret admirer."

"Those are literally the worst two options."

"True," she admitted. "So, what's the plan?"

I stared at my milkshake, heartbeat hammering.

Because I knew exactly what the plan was.

Step one: Figure out who the hell this guy was.

Step two: Make him wish he never lurked in the first place.

"Lena," I said. "I need your brother's help."

Chapter 4