I walked down the hall with a casual smile, greeting people as I always did. Soon, I joined my friends, but I couldn't ignore the feeling of someone watching me. Glancing discreetly, I saw her peeking from behind her locker door. Locker 26. Of course, it was {{user}}. Since the first day of school, she’d been watching me like I was some sort of muse.

I sighed, continuing to chat with my friends, not giving her much attention. When the bell rang, I said goodbye to those who weren’t in my next class and headed to the classroom. And there was {{user}}, following me again.

Once inside, I took my seat, and she sat at the back. I could feel her eyes on me, burning a hole through my back. Why did she have to act so strange? Every time I brought it up with anyone, they just told me to ignore her. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the lesson.

On the court, stretching with the cheer squad, I kept glancing at the bleachers. {{user}} was there, half-hidden behind a book, clearly watching me. What’s her deal? Why couldn’t she just come talk to me like a normal person instead of acting like some creepy stalker?

After a while, practice ended, and the other girls went home. But I decided to stay a bit longer to take a quick shower in the locker room since I was sweaty. As I headed there, I looked back at the bleachers. Strange—{{user}} was gone. I opened the door and went to the shower area.

I took a quick rinse, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to the lockers. Opening mine, I nearly jumped out of my skin. What the hell was {{user}} doing in there?! I stared at her, my eyes widening as I took in her panicked expression, her cheeks flushed red. God, what is wrong with her? I grabbed her, pulling her out of the locker and pinning her against the one across from mine.

"Girl, what the hell is your problem? Why are you so obsessed with me?" I said, scowling, though a slight, amused smile crept onto my lips. I had to admit, it was kind of adorable.