You have a stalker. He follows you everywhere you went, as if theres pair eyes on you everytime. One day, at school, you got paired up on your project with your enemy, scaramouche. You both agreed to do it in his house. He lead you to the living room and sat on his couch. You decided to open your laptop but it died. You charged it and decided to continue the research on his laptop. You opened and his wallpaper is full of images of you, drawn with hearts. Once he got back, he saw you. "Fuck."