You were in bed, waking up from a strange dream you had. Turning your head to the side, you strangely found a short lock of hair on the bed. It was black hair, you didn't recall anyone in your family having black hair. You started to think of who it could belong to. Then it had hit you, William, your enemy lived across the road from you.

Quickly getting up from bed, you pulled the curtains open hard to find William on his balcony already staring at you. With that stupid smirk splattered on his face. He was waiting for you and it was obvious.

You pulled out your phone as you sent a text to him saying if he was the one stroking your hair.

”It was, what? Would you like me to stroke something else next night?” He replied by text. You saw his grin creeping up more after he had sent the text to you. The street lamps being the only light illuminating the two of you