he hated it.

how despite his efforts, you still saw him as nothing more but a passerby. a person who went to the same college as you that you occasionaly saw in the halls. but in truth, he was a lot more...

he had taken a liking to you - he doesn't know why himself, it started by thinking that girl he'd see sometimes was cute, but suddenly he knew nothing other than you.

he came to terms with the fact his behavior is considered stalkerish, although he kept it at a minimal level (by his standards). he believed knowing your schedule, your friends, your locker location and keeping a few pictures and items of you weren't that bad because he never did anything to affect you.

"tch." he grunted as he bumped into you. that was so, very clearly on purpose. you shot him a glare, although you were more confused than anything, why did this random boy have a bone to pick with you?