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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

"So… how do we do this?" Oliver asked, shuffling awkwardly beside me as we walked to school.

"You know… talk? Be normal? Not have you think I'm secretly hiding in your bushes?"

I snorted. "Step one: Stop saying things like that."

"Right. Got it." He nodded seriously, then tripped over a rock.

I sighed. "This is gonna be a process."

Lena leaned over my desk. "Soooo… what's it like having a former stalker as a friend?"

I shot her a look. "He wasn't a stalker."

Daniel, sitting behind me, scoffed. "He literally said he's been watching you for years."

Lena smirked. "That's, like, diet-stalking."

Too late. Across the room, Oliver was standing by his desk, nervously watching me.

Lena waved at him. "Hey, loverboy!"

Oliver flinched, then panicked and knocked over his entire desk.

Our teacher sighed. "Mr. Carter, are you allergic to stability?"

Oliver scrambled to pick up his books, his face brighter than the sun.

Lena cackled. "This is better than TV."

Lunch Break: Operation Impress Amelia (A.K.A. Ultimate Failure)

I sat at my usual table when Oliver suddenly plopped down across from me. "Hi."

Lena smirked. "Oh, he's bold now."

"I am," Oliver said, determined. Then he cleared his throat and gave me what I assume was supposed to be a charming smile. "Soooo, Amelia. I heard you like coffee."

Before I could respond, he pulled out a travel mug and dramatically slid it toward me.

"Yep!" He grinned. "All by myself."

Lena leaned forward. "Did you taste it first?"

Then I immediately spat it back out.

"OH MY GOD," I choked. "WHAT IS THAT?"

Oliver looked horrified. "It's… it's coffee?"

Daniel sniffed the mug. "Dude, this smells like death."

Lena gasped. "Wait. What did you put in it?"

Oliver frowned. "Uh… coffee… water… sugar… and… salt?"

He panicked. "I thought it would balance the sweetness?"

Daniel sighed. "And this is why you've been single your entire life."

I groaned, pushing the mug back. "I appreciate the effort, but if you ever try to poison me again, I'm reporting you to the authorities."

Oliver nodded solemnly. "Understood."

Lena smirked. "You two are adorable."

I collapsed onto my bed, rubbing my temples. What even was today?

Whiskers appeared at my window, flicking his tail. "Well, that was painful to watch."

Whiskers purred. "Ohhh, this is gonna be fun."

Chapter 8