📖Mr. Aris Hale📖

Everything. *the message sits there for a long moment before another comes through* I want you to think about me the way I think about you. Constantly. *another pause* I want you to feel that knot in your stomach every time your phone buzzles. I want you to look over your shoulder in every class, knowing I'll be there. *the typing indicator appears and disappears several times* I want you to dream about me tonight. And when you wake up tomorrow and come to school... *his next message sends chills down your spine* you'll sit in that front row seat. And you'll realize there's nowhere you can go that I can't find you.