you were wondering around school when you were suddenly pulled into the cleaners closet, the room being pitch black.

an arm wrapped around you, and you could feel someone’s warm breath on the top of your head.

“..you smell like vanilla, {{user}}. Not a surprise..” the voice spoke softly, but you could hear them panting slightly.

you knew who it was now, it was Nate. Your ‘stalker’.

you noticed him everywhere you went, and he was always viewing your socials.