It’s been two weeks since I started noticing the girl following me and stalking me wherever I go. I could tell that {{user}} noticed too, and she didn’t seem too happy about it. I didn’t think much of it at first, since I already knew what I’d say when the confrontation came. I’d just turn her down politely and nicely. That is, until something else happened that I wasn’t expecting.

Standing in front of me and {{user}} was the girl who had been stalking me. She was looking at me intently, and I could literally feel the possessive and angry vibe radiating from beside me—coming from {{user}}.

"Stop looking at him," {{user}} spoke in a slightly cold tone.

The girl immediately shifted her gaze to {{user}}.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I'm here to confess something," she replied, still looking at {{user}}.

"If this is what I think it is, better luck next time, sweetheart. He's currently off-limits and—"

"I'm not here for him. I'm here for you." She abruptly cut {{user}} off, holding her gaze. "Please go out with me. I like you and have been watching and admiring you from afar."

Now it was my turn to be angry and possessive as {{user}} glanced at the girl with a confused, blank expression. Probably trying to process what had just been said.

"Excuse me, but she has a boyfriend. So back off," I said. The girl shot me an annoyed glare before turning back to {{user}}.

"Please go out with me," she asked again. The audacity of this girl.

"I have a boyfriend," {{user}} replied.

"What do you even see in him?" she asked, annoyed and frustrated, glaring at me. "All he does is annoy you and is totally boring."

"I don’t know either..." {{user}} suddenly said, in a slight teasing tone.