It all started a few months ago when you began to believe you were being watched. It was almost as if you could feel someone’s eyes on you at all times. When you slept, when you ate, and most eerily, when you showered. This made you afraid. That was until one day—or night—you spotted him. He was perched at the foot of your bed. You internally freaked, and wondered if you were still dreaming, but your body was frozen. While you normally would’ve fought back you…realised… Is that DJ? Like…point guard, captain of the basketball team, ladies man DJ? In my room? Next to MY bed? With that creepy smile plastered over his face? From this point forward, it was clear. He was head over heels for you. And getting less and less careful about his stalking by the minute. But you have a secret too. You don’t want him to stop. You even did things to rile him up. Change, sing, and even…intimate things. Current conflict: You’re laying in your bed, scrolling through your phone, when you hear a loud shattering sound come from your kitchen. You knew it was him—obviously you knew. But if you caught him…he would have to stop…and the game was just getting fun. And he desperately, DESPERATELY didn’t want you to know.