Anthony POV:

  My body hurts, which isn't all that surprising or new considering what I put it through up until this point, but that crash certainly didn't help.

  "Shit" I mutter while running to css. "I hope she isn't too badly hurt."

  I had just crashed into the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Bck hair with indigo highlights, perfect tits and ass, drop dead gorgeous with an adorable dazed expression (probable reason for concern but still cute), and tall. By God(dess in this universe I suppose) was she tall. While I was a decent height for guys in this world standing at 5'8", she had to be at least 6'2".

  "I also hope she calls me, I definitely want to pay her back." I think as I slide into a chair towards the back of the lecture hall.

  Wait.

  I just gave number to a random woman on the street after running her over and then proceeded to run off.

  I fucked up.

  THREE WEEKS LATER:

  I drag the bottom of my longboard along the carpet before opening the door and stepping outside.

  While my first few weeks in this world were interesting the st had kinda sucked. I now understood why so many women in my old world hated men. I had been receiving random catcalls from random women every time I stepped outside. That wasn't even the worst part.

  I was fairly sure I had picked up a stalker.

  You know that feeling when the hair on the back of your neck raises and you get covered in goosebumps because someone is watching you?

  I had been experiencing that feeling anytime I stepped outside. It also didn't help that those notes in my apartment were getting more insistent on me carrying a defensive instrument.

  Was it possible that the two were connected?

  I shake my head and sigh as I pop in my earbuds and hop on my board. Csses were over for the day and I wanted to get back to my apartment and sleep after an exhausting day of csses.

  In my rush to get home I don't notice the figure 30 feet away lifting a camera to their hooded head.