Brielle's POV

I was walking back home and someone kept following me. I know who it is, and I learned that even if I tell him to turn back, he won't do it. He has been bugging me the whole day, but somehow I can't tell him off. I feel strange. I can't explain it, but when I look into his eyes, my mind momentarily goes blank, and I forget what I want to say or how I feel.

I was approaching where I live, and I didn't want him to see where I was lying, so I turned back to face him. He stopped ...