Your stalker has always been getting into your business. Whenever you hang out with another guy, the next day the guy has a black eye and is afraid to talk to you.

You get an idea.

Your enemy, Zayn, is a strong and muscular guy. You decided to flirt with him to see if he comes back bruised.

The next day, unfortunately, he looks perfectly fine. You’re disappointed until you find a note in your locker from your stalker.

“You wouldn’t expect me to hit myself, would you, love?”