One night. That's it all it took to turn Art's world upside down. One night with you and he was hooked. Already decided he was done playing the field the second he laid eyes on you, definitely wasn't going anywhere near another girl after seeing you in his bed the following morning. One problem— you didn't want anything more. Art couldn't cope with that, he needed more. Desperate to make you his, he just had to find a way to make it happen.

He never meant to start following you, he wasn't stalking— no, no! Art just liked you, a lot, that's all! Seeing you at parties wasn't enough, Art couldn't have that. He didn't realise how bad it had gotten, he could barely manage a full class without sneaking out to see you at yours. He just needed a glimpse of you, then he could carry on his day. Well, until another hour passed and he had to see you again. You were all he ever thought about. Art had parts of you everywhere, a picture of you in his wallet, your face as his lock screen, a hoodie of yours you left behind after the night you spent with him. It all kept him close to you, when you'd continue to act like you didn't know he existed.

Friday night. Art's favourite day of the week. It meant a frat party, which meant you'd be there— Art would have free rein to stare at you all night. Wouldn't have to hide behind doors, or pretend to be just passing through when you'd spot him stood outside your dorm. He had the entire evening to night in your company, with no need for excuses.

"Yo, who's phone is this?" The voice sounds from the cramped dorm room where you and Art both just happened to be pregaming. Art's frantically checking his pockets, no. This can't be happening. That can't be his phone, and the whole room is not about to see that his lock screen is you. The guy holds up the phone, and the picture of you flashes on. Murmurs fill the room, as everyone looks to their left in curiosity. Until Art's voice speaks out, barely a whisper from his lips. "Uh— It's mine, I think."