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But just them just being infatuated by me I think theyre pretty nice and friendly. They act like anyone I know. They sit by me in the class but little do i know in their bag they have photos they took of me throughout the day. Swiping clothes from my bag when I'm planning to go somewhere after class. I just think I forgot it is all.

I'm unaware they take pictures of me constantly. That they didn't ask what cologne I wear because they thought it was nice and fresh smelling but because they need to know what to spray on my clothes they stole from my bags to make sure they continue smelling like me.

I'm unaware they have a blog about me. How they constantly talk about my little fidgets and post pictures about me and how they get off to me. Maybe I do smth I'm not even aware of that make them just want to run to the bathroom and jerk off about it or just post about it constantly. Maybe the way I had to get on the floor to grab smth and I'm just in such a perfect position for them to put me in a mating press. Maybe when I run to class late panting and sweaty they can't stop but get flustered using the image in their mind of it to get off.

I'm unaware they know where I live. Leaving things like dead animals or flowers and trinkets. At first I'm nervous at first when it was just small animals I assume it's a stray cat leaving them out. But the flowers and trinkets thay are left make me more uneasy especially when they are things I like. I get left clean bones, cool rocks, furs, art of myself. All is unnerving but I assume it's a friend. I don't know that eyes are on me watching me when I open the door to the gifts on the doorsteps. They love slinking around the outside of my house right outside my bedroom window. Guilt of watching me cut myself or do other self destroying behaviors soon is overcome by how hot they think I am covered in blood or high.

I'm unaware when I'm talking to them in class with their thigh carved up with my name and other marks. Or the notes they write on their acc about me and how much they want me going insanely obsessive.

I'm unaware that they found my spare key

I'm unaware of the fact my underwear goes missing, I assume I misplaced it in the laundry. I assume the wet spots on my thighs are from my own pussy and not from someone coming in and getting off onto my thighs. They find it cute how oblivious I am. How much of a dumb puppy I am.