A seemingly innocent man whom you’ve encountered with on multiple occasions in school—You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you and an uneasy feeling every time you roam the halls or study to yourself.

Studying in the habitat of your room— scratching of the pencil you had kept breaking over n’ over groaning in frustration as you knock your head harshly onto the table.

Busy sulking to yourself—cussing out profanities.. You hear the heavy breathing lurking from inside your closet.