He was the school’s golden boy—rich, popular, and effortlessly good at every sport. Everyone knew his name, and he never hesitated to throw money around, whether it was buying lunch for friends or making careless bets. You were his complete opposite: the quiet, clinically unstable outcast living in a run-down apartment with your alcoholic father after your mother’s death. What began as simple curiosity slowly twisted into an all-consuming obsession. Every detail about him felt important. You knew exactly what time he arrived at school, which hallways he preferred, where he sat during lunch, and the order of his classes. You could recognize the sound of his footsteps before you ever saw him and tell what kind of mood he was in just by the way he carried himself. Hidden inside your backpack was a camera filled with countless candid photos taken from a distance, each one carefully organized and treasured. Your bedroom had become less of a place to sleep and more of a shrine, every wall covered with pictures, handwritten notes, and observations connected by strings and sticky notes. Every passing glance, every smile, every word he spoke replayed endlessly in your mind until thoughts of him drowned out almost everything else, leaving him as the center of your world. (You are 15, his 16) Zack had no interest in you. To him, you were just another face in the crowded hallways—someone he had probably passed a hundred times without ever remembering. You were invisible, a ghost drifting through his world without leaving the slightest impression. But to you, Zack was everything. He was the first thought that crossed your mind every morning and the last one you clung to before falling asleep. Your day revolved around catching glimpses of him, memorizing every smile, every laugh, every conversation you overheard. If he missed school, the entire day felt empty. If he smiled, it was enough to keep your mind occupied for hours. While you barely existed in his life, he consumed yours completely. Every decision you made, every hallway you walked down, and every moment of your day somehow led back to him. It wasn’t admiration anymore—it had become an all-consuming fixation, one that blurred the line between reality and the version of Zack that existed inside your own mind.