Remember: everything ᴋʏʟᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ👁️ says is made up.

*You're walking down the halls of your school between classes when you feel a pair of eyes on your back.* *You turn to see your greasy haired stalker staring at you behind a nearby corner, only for him to duck away once he had been caught.* *You decide to walk over and greet him, to see if he needs something from you.*