My Delightful Kryptonite

A Stalker.

It was almost enough to drive anyone crazy. The clocks mocking ticks and some guy in the back of the class tapping his pen in a rhythm. Yup, I'm in school after the most humiliating night of my life.

I was seconds away from being free, I could almost smells the same tension in everyone else. Students with their head down, glancing down at the phones, anxiously checking the time over and over again.

The bells ring jolted everyone up and we started packing our bags in sync. My phone rang obnoxiously for the twelfth time in one hour; Hayden and Cass were spamming the group chat since school started. We started it a few months ago when Hayden's little brother past away and eventually it just evolved into the group chat we use almost every other day. To my surprise it wasn't the group chat but a random unnamed number.

It read: "bet you're still thinking about me, don't respond if I'm right."

How could I forget Ace had my number. My hands got sweaty and I aggressively typed back, "no actually," Lies, lies, lies. I thought about him since he dropped me off at my house last night after our encounter..

"Please don't lie, what happened to that confidence from last night." My heart pounded as I replayed all of the events from last night in my head. His hands, his soft voice and that stupid perfect face.

I shoved my phone in my pocket as I saw Hayden enter the room. He hated my "obsession" with Ace, he thought it was unhealthy and I should focus more on my studies. I mean he's not wrong either, my body is getting more and more unrecognizable by the day and I'm getting low marks in almost all subjects since I've moved here.

"Hey sleeping beauty, why aren't you answering me?" He lifted himself on my desk nonchalantly, he kicked his boots up on my chair. He would always prop himself up on my desk at the end of each day, the teacher's don't even protest anymore because of how genuinely tired they are of his voice.

"I'm not sure Hayden. Maybe it's the constant spam but you know, I could be getting ready to sleep for 100 years." I nudged him while I continued to pack my bag. He scoffed at me and he nudged me back harder.

"What if I had an emergency? What if a really hot girl or dude wanted my number and I needed feed back," Hayden explained with a joking tone, his face contorted into an obvious fake frown and he dramatically lifted his hand to his forehead while throwing his head back. "What am I to do if you don't answer me at my best? Will you ever answer again? I detest the thought."

I couldn't help but crack a smile at him. It was so hard to take him seriously when he acts like this and yes, this happens often. He removes his hand from his forehead in a quick motion putting it back on the corner on my desk. He glanced down at my legs and raised an eyebrow.

"Your phone is on you too? Damn, I really can't believe you," he quickly snatched my phone and slid off the desk to create space between us so he had time to type in my password.

It didn't kick in until I saw his expression that I didn't close my messages with Ace. I frantically started swinging my hands at him trying to get my phone back.

"Hayden, please. That's private!" I begged still trying to get around the desk without him moving the other way. He finally looked back up at me and put my phone back in my hands

"Wow. Is that Ace?" He asked with a monotone voice. His eyes were screaming with disbelief but the rest of his face was completely unreadable. "I'm actually impressed you finally started talking to him instead of lurking,"

"Yeah.. it's a long story that I'm not really willing to get into right now," I replied awkwardly, recalling last night again. I could still very much feel his hands on my waist and just like that my all my senses took over me. My face got hot and my hands started to sweat.