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The Beginning

It was hot and stuffy in the lecture room you were forced to sit in for two hours straight  as your professor attempted to teach you chemistry.  Grabbing a folder out of your bag you attempted to cool off by using it as a fan. You would think with how much money I pay for tuition they would be able to turn the AC on. You think to yourself, beads of sweat falling down your face. Quickly realizing the makeshift fan wasn’t going to be enough you started taking off the sweatshirt you were wearing. Although this classroom was well above 70 degrees outside it was still early spring and chilly. As you began to take the sweater off you, lifting the material over your head, you failed to realize the guy sitting next to you wasn’t looking at the professor, but at you. 

You didn’t know him, not really anyway. You knew him as the blonde guy with a bob who sits near you in chemistry lecture and seems to know more about the subject than anyone else. What you didn’t know was the fact that he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. Everyday he would stare at you in class, heart pounding, hands shaking, wishing you would look his way. Sometimes he would even follow you around afterwards to see if he could learn more about you. Some might call this stocking but he preferred the word learning, learning more about you and what type of person you were; and oh had he learned a lot. Right now though he was staring at you, mouth agape as you took off your sweatshirt, revealing a tight tank top underneath. He had never seen you in something so tight before since it’s been so cold and he could barely contain himself. Sneakily he took out his phone and snapped a picture for his collection.  

As you were wadding up your sweatshirt to put in your bag you accidentally bumped over your notebook. Seeing an opening, the guy bent down and picked it up for you. 

“Here you go,” He said, giving you a slight smile. 

“Thanks” you whispered back, taking the notebook from him and putting it back on the desk. 

The interaction didn’t mean much to you but to this guy it meant everything, you looked at him and no more than that even you spoke to him! 

Little did the both of you know this wouldn’t be the first time you two bumped into each other, not in the slightest...

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Please let me know what everyone thinks and if you want me to continue :) First post kinda scared lol