You’d known Rafe Cameron for years, but only from a distance. You’d see him at parties sometimes, standing alone with that smug look on his face. But he never noticed you, or at least you thought he didn’t.

You never spoke to him, and you were glad to keep it that way. Rafe was the kind of person you stayed away from. But he wasn’t staying away from you.

It started with small things, a single rose on your car windshield, a note tucked into your locker that read, You looked beautiful today.

At first, you thought it was sweet, maybe even exciting. You tried to guess who it could be, laughing with your friends about the mystery.

But soon, the gifts became strange. A locket with your picture inside, even though you’d never taken that photo. A note that said, I know where you go after school , written in messy handwriting. The fun disappeared, replaced by a tight feeling in your chest every time you stepped outside.

Then, you started seeing him. Rafe Cameron, standing too close, watching you from across the street, his sharp blue eyes following your every move. You never really talked to him before, just knew his reputation around town—trouble, anger, danger. You wanted to believe it was just a coincidence, but deep down, you knew.

And when you found another note on your pillow, inside your locked house, your blood ran cold. you can’t ignore me forever

The next day, you confronted him. Your hands trembled, but you needed answers.

“Was it you?” you asked, your voice barely steady. Rafe didn’t flinch. He just smirked, stepping closer until you could feel his breath on your skin. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he whisperd.