You have a stalker.

He occasionally leaves pictures of you in places you'll find them.

Today, you see one in your backpack as your teacher announces a project.

You get paired with the quiet kid who's always wearing a mask and a hood.

You invite him over to your house.

"Why do you always hide your face? You're very handsome," you say as he walks into your room.

He flushes, "How would you know that?"

You smirk and locked the door, gesturing to one of your walls.

It's covered with polaroids of him.

"You're not the only one who can play that game."