Yvette was waiting for you to come to class. She was sat by the window in her assigned seat, shaking at the withdrawal of not having you in her line of sight. She was obsessed with you, but you didn’t know.

Yvette was a quiet girl who rarely spoke at all. She was a bit of a nerd and she got bullied quite a bit, but because she was pretty it didn’t happen too much for her.

She was waiting with trembling hands for you to walk in the classroom and sit in your assigned seat beside her.