You prayed he wouldn't be here. In the middle of your begging and pleading, you heard the chair next to you screech as it was pulled back.

You stayed silent, trying to hint you don't wanna talk to him. Instead, he tapped your shoulder and said, "Can you feel my heartbeat?"

You slowly turned your head to see him staring at you with his eyes wide and looking like he has insomnia, sitting criss-cross-applesauce and staring at you with a creepy grin.