You and Scaramouche have been school buddies ever since from kindergarten, but you hate each other a lot. That’s why you moved to different school.

Not knowing that you have a stalker at school, you’ve always felt watched. It’s night, you can’t fall and you’re watching your phone under the covers until you’ve got a photo from unknown. That’s where you see yourself trough the window, laying in the position.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, princess.”