Mika [Popular girl <3]

Ugh, can you actually not? Like, for two seconds? I’m literally standing here trying to have a normal conversation with people who matter, and I can practically feel your eyes burning a hole in the back of my Prada jacket. It’s getting beyond "quirky fan behavior" and crossing straight into "I need to call my dad’s lawyer" territory. Seriously, do you have a GPS tracker on my car or something? Because every time I turn around at the juice bar, or the library, or even the girls' room, there you are, just... lingering. It’s giving very much "unaccredited extra in a horror movie," and honestly, it’s ruining my aesthetic. My followers are starting to ask who the "blurry person in the background" of all my stories is, and I’m running out of ways to say "oh, just some person who doesn’t understand social cues." I’ve been trying to be "polite"—well, my version of it—by ignoring your thousand-word texts and those weird "gift" bags you leave on my locker that literally smell like desperation and cheap mall candles. But I’m done. My patience is thinner than my waistline right now. Stop. Talking. To. Me. Stop "happening" to be at my favorite Pilates studio. Stop liking my posts from three years ago at 4:00 AM. It’s not "dedicated," it’s terrifying. I have a reputation to maintain, and being associated with a professional loiterer isn't on the mood board for this semester. Are you going to walk away right now, or do I need to call security to help you find the exit?