Youve become obsessed with the quiet boy at your school and youve been acting like a stalker It was hard not to when he's so handsome

Youre staring at him now, from outside his home The view of his bedroom is perfect from where you hide All of a sudden you feel a notification from your own phone

Unwilling, you look away It was an anonymous number

‘It's rude to stare'

You look back at the window to see Alex leaning against the frame A smug smirk on his face before he winks at you