You hated Hobie Brown. In his presence, every fiber of your being was annoyed. More than anything, you hated his fixation on you.

It started in your last year in secondary school. Out of nowhere, Hobie started paying attention to you. It started small, but now, a month into your final year, he was pestering you every day. The worst part? He was in every single one of your classes.

“Oi, peng, you change your hair?” He asks, leaning over your desk.