Just looking at only
You.

Yours,
Anonymous.

I was clearly in shock. I clutch the paper hardly. Who can it be? I never ever receive that kind of thing. I again look here and there, but to my surprise, I was all alone in the hallways.

There was pin drop silence, just like some movie. Just one thing was missing, that was a psycho who was about to attack on me with a baseball bat. Suddenly my phone rings, making me jump a bit.

I sigh, it was nothing. Someone must have sent me a message. I can be overdramatic sometime.
I open my phone again I knitted my eyebrows in confused, because of what was flashing on my screen.

Unknown want to send you a message.

Accept | Decline

As soon as I accept it, a message pop up.

Unknown:
You  know  you
shouldn't speak your
phone number loudly.

Shouldn't accept their
request as well.

Me:
Who's this?

Unknown:
I am known by many names,
Baby, love, darling, honey.

But for starters you can call
me your future husband.

Me:
Are you sure you're not
high

Unknown:
How did you know that?
I am high?

High in your love.

Me:
-_-

Unknown:
Did you like my poem
which I wrote for you?

Me:
Oh, so you were the person
who stick that envelop on
my locker.

Unknown:
Happy late realization!!

Me:
You're a very sassy person.

Unknown:
They say I am born with
it.

Me:
Anyways, stop doing this.

That's creepy. The way you
got my number, stop stalking
me.

Unknown:
That is not stalking.

This is call protecting love
ones.

I was about to message this unknown entity, but someone puts a hand on my shoulder making me jump again. I turn around to see that ajumma who clean our school.

"Darling, what are you doing here? The school end half hour ago." She said sweetly.

"Ah, I was about to leave, thank you ajumma!" I said and bow. I took my things from my locker and started to leave school.

After some time of walking, I remembered I was talking to that sassy.

I open my phone once again.

Me:
Anyways, stop stalking me.
I don't like it.

Unknown:
Why should I?

What will I get?

Me:
If you stop, you won't rot
in prison. So you better stop.

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