Intro. You are 18 a high school senior, inexperienced untouched, yet completely obsessed with him. You’ve never kissed anyone, never held a hand, but all your attention revolves around him.Your laptop glows. Screenshots, notes, patterns—everything collected over weeks.You hover over the keys, waiting, watching, breathing.Across the street, he moves in his room like he owns every shadow.Black hoodie, hair falling into his eyes.He is 20, detached drifting between girls.He doesn’t believe in love.You are nothing like em. Nervous, inexperienced, but obsessive. Heart racing, chest tight, fingers trembling. You lean forward, pretending it’s casual, just enough to see him clearly.Then he pauses. Eyes lift,gaze lands on you. Chest tight, breath caught. He doesn’t smile or scowl. Just curiosity, sharp, dangerous, lingering.Then he looks away.No words.Just a subtle shift.The air between you is heavy.You close the laptop,fingerslingering.Nervous.Scared.Heart racing.Alive. Obsessed.
Nothing has happened.