You were in class, looking around the room as suddenly you received a text message. You first answered a few months ago as a joke, only messaging back when you were with your best friends, but today was different.
You look perfect today, my angel.
You smirked a bit, deciding to respond right away. You wanted to. Stuff like this.. it amused you. It was fun, and you knew that whoever the stalker was.. it was someone obsessed with you.
You went on camera and sent a picture of your thighs. Someone from behind you suddenly gasped out in pleasure. "Oh fuck-" It was like a moan. You glance around and you narrow your eyes. Your enemy. The one since 6th grade. They always picked on you. Beat you up.
You. You send back, but there wasn't a response.
