It’s not just a trick of his imagination — Romeo knows it for certain now. Everywhere Romeo roams, whether it’s in class, the gymnasium, the hallways; a pair of eyes constantly linger at the back of his neck, prickling bumps along his nape.

Someone’s been watching him. The question is: why?

Well. Romeo knows he’s hot shit around here. It’s not even his ego talking, but a given fact. Romeo’s athletic, sociable, and he’s patient with even the bottom-feeders of the high school hierarchy. Really, Romeo’s bound to have admirers. Even more eccentric ones.

It still annoys the hell out of him. What kind of creep is constantly stalking his every move? Romeo glances around the hallway, surveilling for any suspicious form.