I can't help but feel someone or something watching me, every step I take or corner I turn, someone is there watching. I look around and see nothing as expected, this is an everyday occurrence; its as if the person or thing somehow camouflages into the background.

A coffee shop on the opposite side of the street catches my attention, I jog over to the other side as some kind of relief from whatever is watching me. I walk in and suddenly all the pressure and nervousness I was feeling was gone.

I walk over to the counter, and luckily for me, no one was in line. I order a simple black coffee, handing over the money, and telling the barista my name. I take a seat at the table, deciding if I should stay for a bit just to pass time, not like I have anything to do.

More people enter the shop, the bell ringing startles me and the feeling comes back, but not for long when they take their places in line. I see a boy wearing the same uniform as I walk into the shop.

We must go to the same school, but I've never seen him before.

I catch myself staring at him, he is very attractive after all. His sharp gaze falls on me and I give him a small smile, he looks down awkwardly and I stare as he takes a seat at a table across from mine. All my attention had been on him I didn't hear the barista calling my name. I get up apologizing and grabbing my drink taking a seat back down.

I pull out my phone scrolling through to pass some time, but then t