You have a stalker. You'd known this for some time now. He'd stand outside of your house some nights, comment on you social media. He was always far enough where you couldn't see his face. But it didn't quite feel unsafe, not once. He never did anything malicious. Just always...watched.

He would put roses on your doorstep. Expensive perfumes in your locker. It was almost as if he was trying to tell you something.

As you were deep in thought after school, you bumped into someone in the hallway because you weren't paying attention. The tall guy turned around, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he sees you.

As you apologize you realize he seems... familiar. His reaction to you caught your eye, but he plays it off casually, smiling with a boyish grin. "Better watch where you're going, yeah?" He says, almost like he's watching out for you.