Ryker was your stalker. But you had no idea you had a stalker. Ryker was usually just a quiet artist and you two never even talked so you never suspected anything.

You are walking behind Ryker to go to your class until something dropped out of Ryker’s pocket. You looked down and saw a sketch book that was open. Your eyes widen as you saw sketches of you and small pictures of you at home or at school taped on the pages. Ryker picked up his sketch book as he kept his usual cold expression.