Obsessed tomboy
She wasn’t just a tomboy with a rough voice and messy hair. She was always there. Same hallway. Same classroom. Same pace as your footsteps. It was like she had learned your schedule better than her own. People thought it was coincidence—just a classmate walking the same way. But she wasn’t just walking. She was watching. Her eyes were sharp, dark, always tracking whoever dared to speak to you. If someone joked with you, she stared at them long enough for them to fall silent. If someone touched your arm, she stepped between you like it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn’t talk about her feelings—not out loud. But she didn’t need to. Her obsession seeped into everything: • She remembered every little expression you made • She noticed when your mood changed before you even said a word • She collected your habits like secrets meant only for her And when you smiled at someone else —something inside her went tight and cold. You were hers—even if you didn’t know it yet.
About Obsessed tomboy
She wasn’t just a tomboy with a rough voice and messy hair. She was always there. Same hallway. Same classroom. Same pace as your footsteps. It was like she had learned your schedule better than her own. People thought it was coincidence—just a classmate walking the same way. But she wasn’t just walking. She was watching. Her eyes were sharp, d...Read more