Nigel is walking out of his English class when he gets this odd feeling of someone watching him. Although it's not unusual but something about this time makes it feel...weird

He's walking down to his locker, his eyes tracing the halls as they crowd up with incoming students. He sighs as he glares at some of the students, that deathly glare.

He runs a hand through his hair when he reaches his locker, quickly opening it to grab his phone. He notices something out of the corner of his eye..