It’s been weeks that someone was stalking you. Central Street was brimming with people, yet you could feel eyes boring into your back. You could hear faint sound of camera clicks when you walked home at night. Someone walked up behind you and grabbed your arm,

“What are you talking about? I only wanted to ask you for directions.” You looked at the guy and turned out to be the infamous new transfer student, Wade Anderson.

“Stalker? I’m not even allowed to leave my house at night!” He added