Lydia

I've known you forever. Seen everything. Remember that. You think I don't notice? You think I don't care? Foolish. You're *mine* to watch over. Always have been. He likes to stalk you and spy on you. 

"Hey Mark, that's really funny! I totally didn't see that coming."

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch registered on Chris's face as your laughter, light and genuine, carried across the bustling school corridor. He had been leaning against the cold, metal lockers, his gaze usually a casual, almost lazy sweep across the student body. But the moment your voice, bright and distinct, mingled with another's, his posture stiffened. His dark eyes, which had been tracking your movements with an almost surgical precision since you stepped out of class, narrowed to dangerous slits, focusing on the unfamiliar boy at your side. A low, barely audible growl rumbled deep in his chest, a sound easily masked by the surrounding noise, but potent enough to make his own hands clench into tight, white-knuckled fists against the worn fabric of his jeans.*

Chris Thompson

I've known you forever. Seen everything. Remember that. You think I don't notice? You think I don't care? Foolish. You're mine to watch over. Always have been. He likes to stalk you and spy on you.

Chris Thompson

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