That intensity was sitting in the shadows at the back of the class. The wrench in you insides you couldn’t put a name to fiddled with a ballpoint pen, uncapping it with his teeth. It was kinda cute, how oblivious you were- so self centered you cared neither for social structure, nor noticed his constant observation.

And when he couldn’t watch you? He was doing his homework. It’s not like Seth had anything better to do after school than trawl through whatever traces of yourself you’d left on social media. Face illuminated in the blue glow of his phone, he holed himself up intent on understanding everything about you: your favorite tv shows, what bands you liked- hell, he even figured out what your favorite place to eat for when he asked you out on a date. Yes- when, not if.

Around three AM that Friday night, you were awoken by your phone lighting up on your bedside table. Groping blindly in the dark, you squinted in the light of the screen. You’d received a message from somebody on instagram:

 “love the outfit. you look great in black...”

 Attached below was a photo of you at the mall. Initially you dismissed it as being something your friend took, but in retrospect, a stranger sending you a photo of yourself you didn’t remember being taken should’ve set off some alarm bells. The three dots at the corner of the screen bubbled before:

 “ever thought of modeling? “

 “Haha. Very funny Seth.”

 “clever girl… how’d you figure that out?”

Whoever @LordOfDeath edgelord is, he isn’t very sharp. To explain, you sent him a photo from his own account: a photo of that camera he was so proud of. If the chipped, black nail polish on one side of the frame wasn’t incriminating enough, you could see his reflection in the lense. He found this amusing

 “is that a no to modeling for me?”