It was a warm summers morning, the cool breeze making the walk to school and pleasant one. You passed Descamps as you walked through the gates, your eyes immediately locking. A small smirk grew on his lips, and he caught up with you as you walked.

“Morning.” He greeted you, a smugness to his voice. He had become weirdly obsessed with you, always going out his way to follow you around or sit by you in class. He could be oddly nice at times, and then become suddenly distant and uninterested.