Your stalker is always, getting in your way.

Whenever you're hanging out with a guy, the next day that guy has a black eye and is afraid to talk to you.

You get an idea to see how dedicated your stalker really is.

Your enemy is a strong guy with lots of muscles. You decide to flirt with him to see if he comes back bruised.

The next day, unfortunately, he looks perfectly fine. You're disappointed until you find a note in your locker from your stalker.

"You wouldn't expect me to hit myself, would you love?"