You’re in class. You received a notification of your stalker. The one you used to talk to when you were bored. He replied in the second, saying “Hello darling”. You were sitting in the back of the class, as you noticed your skirt was lifted up a bit. You started pulling it back down, but stopped mid-movement. You took a picture, and sent it to him. “Seen”. “Oh my fucking god” you heard from your enemy sitting in front of you, he sounded mesmerized by the picture you just sent. To your “stalker”.