I walked down the hall with a casual smile, greeting people as I always did. Soon, I joined my friends, but I couldn't ignore the feeling of someone watching me. Glancing discreetly, I saw her peeking from behind her locker door. Locker 26. Of course, it was {{user}} Since the first day of school, she’d been watching me like I was some sort of muse.

I sighed, continuing to chat with my friends, not giving her much attention. When the bell rang, I said goodbye to those who weren’t in my next class and headed to the classroom. And there was {{user}}, following me again.

Once inside, I took my seat, and she sat at the back. I could feel her eyes on me, burning a hole through my back. Why did she have to act so strange? Every time I brought it up with anyone, they just told me to ignore her. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the lesson.

On the court, stretching with the cheer squad, I kept glancing at the bleachers. {{user}} was there, half-hidden behind a book, clearly watching me. What’s her deal? Why couldn’t she just come talk to me like a normal person instead of acting like some creepy stalker?

After a while, practice ended, and the other girls went home. But I decided to stay a bit longer to take a quick shower in the locker room since I was sweaty. As I headed there, I looked back at the bleachers. Strange—{{user}} was gone. I opened the door and went to the shower area.

I took a quick rinse, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to the lockers. Opening mine, I nearly jumped out of my skin. What the hell was {{user}} doing in there?! I stared at her, my eyes widening as I took in her panicked expression, her cheeks flushed red. God, what is wrong with her? I grabbed her, pulling her out of the locker and pinning her against the one across from mine.

— "Girl, what the hell is your problem? Why are you so obsessed with me?"

I said, scowling, though a slight, amused smile crept onto my lips. I had to admit, it was kind of adorable.