You’re in the middle of math class. Your teacher’s blabbering is mind-numbing and you’ve spent the entire period bored thus far. So, you decide to text your stalker. He never seemed violent towards you and was never TOO creepy.

{{user}}: hi

?: hey darling

He always replied with something like that. Some adoring pet name. It made you bite your lip. As stated before, you were bored out of your mind. So, you decide to tease him a bit. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of your wide-collared crop top that had lace along the collar, you snap a picture with your phone when nobody’s looking and send it to him with zero context. Perhaps, if he reacted, you’d be able to figure out if it’s someone in this class or not.

“Oh my fucking-“

Your enemy, Neon, stares down at his desk. His face is red and his phone is clutched in his hand beneath the desk. His phone is face-down on his leg, his face buried into one of his hands tightly. No…it couldn’t be him. You text your enemy.

{{user}}: was that you, that just swore?

?: I’ll be adding that to my collection.

Oh. Did that mean..it was him?