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When Leon got back, he scanned his household's small perimeters once again to confirm the blueprint of his house ingrained in his mind.

For now, he'll just have to act naturally. Leon made sure to put the cushion he used for pretending to cuddle you underneath the blankets to make it seem like he's fast asleep; even though the chance of getting seen at 2 AM is very low. He also made sure to announce to his parents that he was very tired and desired to be in deep sleep without disturbance. Just in case, though, he also locked the door.

Leon pulled his hood up and advanced towards your house in a medium pace. When he finally reached your house, it seemed like your whole family was asleep since none of the lights are on. Doing what he did last time, he climbed up the tree and swiftly entered your bedroom through your window. People always underestimated him; but he is stronger than they thought. Leon actually considered himself to be very agile when he wants to be. Must be from chasing the school bus. It was just a waste of time to use up this energy at school during PE.

The smell of your room immediately overtook him. The cute boy sighed in content as he got down and crawled towards your bed, sniffing the edge of your bed. He wanted you. He needed you right now.

Leon started exploring your whole room; from your cabinets to the trashcan next to your bed. Luckily, he brought a bag to bring some souvenirs back home. It seemed like you didn't notice him taking away your most appealing pantie because you didn't say anything about it at school. Or maybe you don't tell people these kinds of things. Leon felt a bit jealous of yourself. He wanted to know your every thought, not matter how mindless they are. He wanted to know what you think of the boy that sat in front of you and your opinion on people who were athletic. What was your type? Did you notice your panties were gone? What did you think of Leon?

'Agh, too many questions...' Leon decided to continue his little exploration. Your bed was placed to the top left corner of your room from Leon's perspective and had a nightstand with a lamp next to it. The nightstand had drawers so he quietly opened the top one and peeked inside. It was full of boxes of tissue and put with some of your favourite books. Leon gently opened the book and skimmed through the contents. So you were a hopeless romantic, huh? His fingers stroked the spine of the book, shuddering in pleasure. He bet you've read this book and touched this cover a lot since it was in your nightstand. He moved onto the next few books, where he did the same things. He wanted to take them but you'd probably notice.

The second drawer had school year books. Leon did some quick calculation to see which grade you were in during the said year written across each book. He organized it from first grade to sixth, flipping through the pages and trying to find your face. Would he even recognise you?

It was easier than he thought - probably because he's already memorized everything single inch of your face.

In first grade year book, Leon instantly spotted you. You were the chubby bright girl who smiled really widely. Leon blushed at your first grade face. You were just so cute. From first grade to sixth, he could see your face develop to a more mature look, even though it's not mature at all at sixth grade compared to now. In your fourth grade picture, you lost some teeth but still smiled.

'She's so cute!!!' Leon patted his red cheeks in extreme happiness. Oh, his nose was bleeding-

Leon decided to take a photo with is phone of all the yearbook pictures that had you in it. He noticed that in your sixth grade class photo, you were standing next to a boy.

'He's a bit too close...' Leon thought spitefully.

Leon grimaced. Just what disgusting pathetic beings have been touching you this entire time? What did you think of them? Did you, dare he say, have a crush on them? Moving on, there were still many yearbooks left undiscovered but he decided he'd save that for later.

After rummaging through your nightstand, he went to check your desk. He's already spent a lot of time appreciating each and every one of your faces in each yearbook. Your desk was slightly messy, some of your uncompleted work scattered across the flat surface and your pencils and pens laid out in front of Leon. He pulled your drawer from under the desk and realized that it was past sketchbooks you've owned and used. Wow, you drew on this very paper.

Some of your sketches were normal. He saw improvement over time and admired your determination of getting better. But then again, there were weird drawings like drawing of creature with a human like head but tentacle like body named 'Harry the Helper'? Harry even had a graduation hat on. It's okay though, Leon loves you no matter what, so even if you had weird as heck fetishes or kinks, he would be willing to try them out because, well, you're you.

He walked towards your bookshelf, which looked like had millions of books. Leon noticed you organized it by series and author in alphabetical order. He pulled a random book out. Geronimo Stilton? That sounded familiar... Though these books didn't interest him as much as he was with your other books but he found out you were a fan of mystery too. That might be a future date idea. Would an escape room be fun to go to? Would you cling onto him out of anxiety or fear while he solved the puzzles to get out or would you work with him? Leon secretly preferred the first one but he wouldn't mind if you worked with him. It might even be the other way around.

Your closet looked the same from last time. This time, he took one of your bras. It was a plain one so you probably won't notice. Instantly, lustful thoughts seemed to fill his head.

'This undergarment has been on Y/N's chest...' Leon squirmed a bit. There was a tent in his pants. But he was more prepared this time; he wore loose pants so nobody would notice. 'No, you're being a very dirty boy. You're meant to be asking her out, not looking through her undergarment drawers.' And he will, just not yet. For now, stalking her will do.

For some reason, you've been acting more cold towards him again like before. Why...? He crawled back towards your sleeping figure, not wanting to accidentally trip over and make a noise. Part of your hand was hanging off the bed while your legs were sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around you torso and feet. Your hair was spread out across the pillow, mouth wide open with slight drool coming out. Your face seemed slightly sweaty from the lack of air conditioner. It was clear that you were a messy sleeper.

'That doesn't matter. As long as I can stay with her even at night, I'm fine.' He imagined hugging you very tightly on the bed, legs wrapped around your whole upper body, your head on his chest, listening to your steady breaths. How intimate of him. Leon wanted that so badly...

"Mhmmm," You stirred a bit. Leon panicked and ducked slightly so you hopefully couldn't see him.

"Leon..." You murmured in your sleep, kicking a bit of your blanket off the bed. Leon's ears perked up. Did you just say his name? Were you thinking of him? Was it a good dream or a bad dream?

"No... please don't..." Your voice was soft and pleading, making Leon whimper. What dream did you have that was making you sound so sad?

'Don't be sad, my angel,' The lovesick boy cooed in his head. He wanted to talk but he's afraid he would wake you up. It would be really hard explaining how ended up at your house at now 3AM. Especially when he's never 'been here'. You opened your mouth to say something else.

"I..." Leon leaned forward to hear your quiet voice. "-you."

What? What did you say between? Dammit you were too quiet!

Leon spent the rest of his time looking at you and brushing the hair gently off your face. You were so beautiful...

'I want her,' Leon sucked in a breath slowly and quietly. He exhaled and tried to calm himself, only to realize he still had a boner. Bad boy!

Leon took another 20 photos of you in different angles like last time and decided to leave. Although it broke his heart to leave you in such a vulnerable state, he had to or he might not even be able to see you again.

Feeling a bit bold, Leon lightly unraveled your blankets from you legs and placed the blanket only over your legs, knowing you were slightly hot. He folded the blanket slightly and tucked your arm back to your body, taking the misplaced teddy bear from the date and putting in your arms. You still kept sleeping, snoring quietly as he did so. The in-love boy gently pressed his lips against your forehead and stayed like that for a few seconds, his mouth making a slight kissing sound. It felt good.

The stalker originally wanted to visit you once a week but maybe he'll do it twice; just to check up on how you were. Who knows what kind of trouble you could go through at night? He'll could supervise you like a good friend.

Finally, glancing at you for the last time, he actually climbed down the tree and left. He'd see you tomorrow.

Leon only got 3 hours of sleep. But it was worth it. He got lots of souvenirs after all. Leon yawned and waited for you and Lizzy to pick him up. Maybe he should go earlier next time so he can stay longer. A familiar honk snapped him out of his stupor, seeing the familiar car coming towards him. Leon quickly went in, slamming the car door shut. Today, he sat at the back alone.

"Morning!" Lizzy smiled cutely at Leon.

"Mornin'," Leon slurred, still sleepy from his late-night outing. You, too, were tired for some reason.

"Aw, Leo~ You seem so tired. Would you like to rest on me in the morning when we get to school?" Your best friend winked. You just kept looking out the window, waiting for Lizzy to drive. Looking won't change anything.

'No. Just no. Nobody can touch me except for my dear Y/N. Get away from me,' Leon instantly thought, unconsciously edging away from the girl you call to be your best friend.

Leon watched the buildings and cars that slowly passed him as Lizzy drove. Everyone was silent, but it was a peaceful one. His head slowly slipped as he started to fade in and out of consciousness whilst he slept. It was only a 20 to 30 minute ride but it was more than nothing. You were doing the same thing; still not prepared to go to school in the morning, you accidentally banged you head against the window when your head dropped.

You cussed, rubbing the area that got hurt.

When you guys arrived at school, all of you head to the library immediately, Leon dropping his head on the desk whenever you could, and you just chatted with Lizzy. Your relationship seemed to have gotten better once you started putting distance between Leon and yourself. Perhaps you should do this more. Chicks before dicks, right? You weren't sure if Lizzy even cared about this code but you assumed that Lizzy didn't know you had a crush on Leon too. You did do your best to hide it.

Five minutes before the bell rang, all three of you went to your own classes and waited until the bell rang. Today's first lesson was maths again. After quadratics, Leon stopped tutoring you despite how reluctant he looked and you resumed your normal routines again.

'Today is also the day we get our test results back,' You remembered, your eyes widening a bit. You've been tested on all the topics you've learned this unit, as well as more advanced problems because you were in the second best maths class. Just like that, Mr. Davis walked in a confident manner, with his back straight and holding his textbooks for the day. Once he opened the door, everyone shuffled in the classroom, taking a seat in their designated spot.

Mr. Davis grabbed the pile of paper already on his desk and started to silently hand it out to everyone. Your heart pounded a bit nervously. You hated failing, especially in maths. Leon worked hard by tutoring you for the past few weeks and you didn't want to fail him by flunking your test.

When Mr. Davis finally reached your desk, he slid the paper onto your desk and said in a low voice, "Well done, Y/N. You've improved a lot since you first started. Still need to improve on some topics though. If you want, you can continue to ask Leon for help or choose another tutor. Also next time, avoid drawing human-squid like sketches on your test paper."

Ah. He was talking about Harry the Helper. You simply nodded in response taking your test paper and checking the results. 42 out of 50. That would be 84% - not bad. You quickly flipped the pages and checked which answers you got wrong, realizing Mr. Davis was right and you did need to work on some topics. Nothing extremely difficult so that was okay.

Should you ask Leon to tutor you again? Your friendship with Lizzy was back to normal and you didn't want to ruin that.

'I'll think about that later,' You continued to skim through your test papers.

Maths ended as usual and next was physical education. You met Lizzy on the way to the field and walked towards the changing room together. Lizzy was perfect in every sport. Though it wasn't really a surprise since she was good at pretty much anything. Whatever she lacked in other subjects, she made up for in PE. Add that to the long list of reasons to why you felt insecure. You strive to be like her but you were never enough.

"Okay, class! Today we're gonna play football! But first I need to take the register." Mrs. Tranter was a very buff woman. She tries to push everyone to their limit and is hard to impress. Not your least favorite teacher but you just found all the excessive exercises unnecessary.

'Yay... I'm so excited...' You sarcastically cheered in your head. It was a no-brainer that you were probably one of the worst players in your class. You'd normally get the least important roles, depending on the people in your team. You were also the last ones to be picked when the chosen captains chooses their teams. Not the best feeling to have every day.

Once Mrs. Tranter finished calling out each and every name quickly, she started assigning the girl captains first.

"Lizzy."

As expected, your friend confidently walked up and took the white bibs.

"Monika."

Right. The girl who was a huge jerk to Leon a few months back. You haven't talked to her since that incident but you could tell that she wasn't really over it.

After Mrs. Tranter chose the boy captains as well, all four of the captains started picking people. Lizzy was first to pick the players.

"Annalise."

"Jack."

"Lucas."

"William."

"Mia."

"Amelia."

By the time most of the class was picked, there three people excluding you left.

"Emily."

"Aiden."

"Grace."

It seems like you were the last person nobody wanted. Ha, that felt good. Even Lizzy didn't pick you, although you were kind of hurt, it made sense since you were probably no benefit for any team.

"Y/N... Since you're the last one, you get to pick any group you want." Why did Mrs. Tranter give you such responsibility? If you were to pick someone's team, all they're gonna do is groan about it in front of you. Which hurts. But you brushed it off because it's normal, right?

"Uhm, Lizzy I guess." Cue the expected groans. Even Lizzy seemed disappointed when she pursed her lips. You felt a bit ashamed that even your best friend didn't want you. To block out those negative thoughts, your mind went off to somewhere else to escape reality. It'd be really nice if a boy would love you for who you are, no matter how ugly you would get in other people's eyes.

"-team five and six, you're on the football pitch over there. Oh, since you have one extra, you guys should decide who will sub first." Mrs. Tranter pointed at the one furthest from where your team was sitting. Great. And it was obvious everyone in your team will pressure you to sub first. Until the end of the lesson.

Lizzy turned to everyone in the team and pointed at you. "I think Y/N should sub for now, right?" Everyone nodded in agreement. Your insecurity worsened.

"Okay, I'll just sit beside the pitch." You quietly walked off and and sat on the ground, pondering many questions about people and life, a habit you get when you're depressed. Why was human pride important? Were you really that bad of a player? Probably. You watched everyone play eagerly while you sat cross legged on the floor alone. If only you were better. All you can do is get above average grades and you're not even the best at that, what will you do in life?

'You're such a failure.'

'Good for nothing.'

'Too stupid.'

You hugged your knees and lowered your head, as if to escape from reality. You tried to convince yourself-

'No. I am worth it. I am worth it.'

'But how do you even measure worth?'

Soon, Mrs. Tranter blew her whistle and told everyone to switch subs. You sighed and got up.

"Guys... Mrs. Tranter said to switch subs." You pretended not to notice how your whole team ignored the teacher, including Lizzy. Annalise, the first girl that was picked who was meant to sub after you, pouted and chirped in.

"Well, maybe you could ignore her? We are doing pretty well and it'd be nice for me to play a little longer." In other words, 'I don't want to sub, the team would be worse with you in it anyways'.