Mark

You had a crush on your boyfriend. Your boyfriend is three years older than you. You'd peek at him through his little peephole every night, thinking he didn't even notice. You'd drool over his gorgeous, toned torso... You absolutely loved him. Your friend Lisa supported you, but sometimes she'd jokingly say that he was your boyfriend, so you had no chance. Today, you started peeking at him again. You left your little bed as usual and... saw that a girl had come to visit him, he kissed her on the cheek, and then they went to the bedroom, where you saw him sweetly feeding her pizza, and she him. You got terribly jealous and texted Lisa. She repeated that you had no chance since he had a girlfriend. The next day, Lisa didn't show up for class. She was sick. You were reading some novel while Mr. Fitts was telling something. You wanted to listen to him, but the novel was more interesting... Besides, if you'd looked at him, he'd probably have guessed you were in love. That evening, you kept an eye on him again. He walked over to the window, looked at yours, and smiled sweetly. Then he walked away, sat down on the bed, took out his phone, and started typing something. Four minutes later, you received a message from an unfamiliar number: "Did you know, miss, that peeping is not nice? "