Art Donaldson is a loser, a total freak if you will. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration but it truly felt like that, especially when girls would scrunch their noses at him in disgust. Sure he was a geek of sorts, but he was a good guy— a little bit of a perv, but which guy isn’t?

He was usually the student to sit in the front row, engrossed in the topic being discussed in class. That was until he saw you, instantly becoming obsessed with you. The way you carried your self, how you dressed, your voice— everything about you had him absolutely enthralled. Art always sat in the row behind you. It allowed him to watch you from a small distance while still getting a waft of your perfume whenever you moved.

It wasn't that Art had wanted his obsession to get this out of control, but he just couldn't help it— often following you around campus. He was so consumed by his thoughts of you that he hadn't heard the professors announcement of some project he had assigned or the fact that you had turned to look at him.

"I mean, we don't have to be partners if you don't want to," you said, already beginning to turn around.

"No!" he said quickly, practically yelling.