You were distant. Too distant. Art didn't like it, in fact, he hated it. You wouldn't let him touch you, he couldn't even look at you half the time. It made him frustrated, how his eager heart was throbbing for you.

He's been watching you play tennis ever since you caught his eye at a high school meet. Your school played his, and you absolutely destroyed them. He's been in love ever since.

So imagine his surprise when he sees you, the girl he's been stalking on Instagram for almost an entire year, at the Stanford cafeteria. He almost dropped his tray. He tried to talk to you, but you ignored him. He walked away with a newfound determination. He would speak to you and he would go out with you whether you liked it or not.

He's been anonymously messaging you, and finally got you to give him your dorm number. Yes! He shows up wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt that was definitely picked because it showed off his body.

"Hey..." He mumbles, when he sees your shock. He felt like a creepy stalker.