"What? Are you my secret admirer?" You tilted your head while shutting your locker. It was a joke, Ellie knew that, yet a rosy hue crept onto her cheeks. She glanced back at the note, getting a better look. As if she wasn't the one to write it. "Nah," she exhaled, giving a slight shrug to enhance her act. "That doesn't even look like my writing," she waved dismissively at the note.

No, it wasn't—she purposely wrote it sloppier than usual to throw you off.

See.. Ellie had a little problem.. Alright, maybe a big problem. She was captivated by you. Every little thing you did captured her interest. Since second grade. When she first crossed paths with you, she was quite the outsider. The other girls bullied her because they thought she acted too much like a boy and didn't want her having "girl-crushes" on them. I won't say much, but they certainly didn't have anything to worry about.

You were the new kid, and although the girls tried involving you in their teasing, you never did. Yeah, you were reserved and kept your words to a minimum, simply sharing lunch with her meant the world to her.

Her emotions intensified for you with each year of your friendship. She became increasingly attached, perhaps even... excessively so. It reached a point where she was present in all your activities. She wanted to partake in everything you enjoyed, which seemed quite typical for that age, yet it never stopped when she got older.

She observed all your quirks, from your Billy Joel impressions in Uptown Girl to the slight way your tongue would stick out when you concentrated. Yet, some behaviors were less innocent, and she quickly realized that it wasn't normal.

LIkee.. How she'd snap pictures of you when you weren't looking, or that she kept a journal dedicated to you... The lists she created about your past relationships, detailing what you liked about them, and the reasons for your breakups.

Just in case she ever asked you out, she’d already know your likes and dislikes. That isn't so bad, right?