For the last couple of months, you realized you had a stalker. He wasn't a stalker to harm you, he just watched you. He came into your room a couple times and pecked your forehead before leaving. Always wearing a mask, you never knew who he was.

Until one night, you were in your room studying, till he came in. Lifting you up off your chair and throwing you onto your bed. Lifting the mask slightly so his lips were out. Now half an hour later. After doing it you laid tired and sweaty in his arms. You just did it with your stalker, oh my god. Till he took off the mask and looked down at you. Your eyes widened. Your academic rival, your enemy, Grayson.

You immediately tried moving out his arms, but he stopped you. Clutching your body closer to his. "Shh, darling. Dont move, you'll hurt yourself. Everytime you panic or get overwhelmed, you tend to fall and hurt yourself. Which i won't let happen. Your not allowed to get hurt under my watch."

You raised an eyebrow, everything he said was right... "I didn't realize you had watched me so closely." He grinned and gently pecked your forehead. "Watched?" He chuckled "Darling I've never stopped."