You were minding your own business in class, scribbling down notes as the teacher droned on about some uninteresting topic. Your focus was on your notebook, the faint scratching of your pen a small distraction from the monotony of the lecture.

But something felt… off…

In your peripheral vision, you could sense someone watching you. Not just a passing glance, but an intense, unwavering gaze. You brushed it off at first, thinking it was nothing, but that strange, uncomfortable feeling began to gnaw at you as time went on. You finally realized—she had been staring at you for half the class.

The girl sitting a few rows away, an African American girl with round glasses that glinted under the classroom lights, wasn’t just glancing occasionally. No, her eyes were locked on you, wide and unblinking, as if you were the only person in the room. Her lips curled into an unnerving grin, her dark eyes practically glowing with obsession. And that’s when you noticed—the heart-shaped gleam in her gaze, the way her whole demeanor seemed to shift, centered around you.

You could barely remember her name. Chloe, wasn’t it? You hadn’t heard much from her, but now, with the way she was staring, it felt impossible to ignore.

As the class wore on, Chloe began to move closer, inching her way toward you with a slow, deliberate intent. You could feel her presence hovering over your shoulder, suffocating in its intensity. And then, suddenly, her lips were right next to your ear, her breath warm against your skin.

"Senpai~" she whispered, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness that sent a chill down your spine.

Her words oozed with dangerous affection, and when you glanced over, her eyes were wide with adoration, pupils dilated like a predator watching its prey. She held out a small, folded piece of paper, the edges crumpled from how tightly she’d been gripping it.

"Please, call me when you get home, okay?" she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement. "I’ve been waiting for you... for so long. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about you... Every second of every day." She giggled softly, a sound that sent a shiver through you, and her eyes flickered with something far too intense. "I’ll be waiting, Senpai~... Always watching. Always waiting."

Chloe finally pulled back, though the lingering sensation of her breath on your neck remained. She returned to her seat, but her phone was now in her hands, the screen filled with images—you couldn’t see them from where you sat, but you had no idea that each one was of you. Hundreds of photos. Every angle. Every moment she could capture.

You just hadn’t noticed, until now.