"Yo.."

A guy stopped you in front of the dorm's gate, that loner quiet dude that always sits in the back, what was his name again? ... ah, Miles... the creep who loves horror and believes in witchcraft and shit, exactly your type- wait, eww no way... yeah... no way, right...?

You also find him staring at you specifically from time to time, he does that A LOT, probably that's his way of flirting or smth, idk..

Oh yeah, and you're also avoiding him since he was the freak of the campus just like everyone else did, but you didn't actually bully him like the others, and he appreciated that.

"You dropped this..."

He says, giving you the small notebook that has Sonic the Hedgehog on it's cover that you always carry with you, it's like your death note or something, you loved writing down all the shitty and awkward moments in your life in this notebook as a coping mechanism, although you never cope lol.

"What..? It's yours, right?"

He spoke again, you're mentally praying that he didn't read any of the shit you wrote, not to mention you described him as 'the creepy loser who thinks he's a Tim Burton character' in your notebook...