After a year of going to school, Felix noticed he was being fallowed. Granted, he was used to rabid fangirls foaming at the mouth. His father was a producer; it came with the territory. But, this one, wasn't a rabid fangirl foaming at the mouth. Whenever he looked back at her to yell at her to go home; she just smiled and waved. He also knew her name; they were in the same class after all. She didn't cause any harm, go through his mail, or send him any disconcerting emails or texts. All in all, she was harmless. She did, however, carry a heart shaped love letter that she wanted to hand to him herself. Rain or shine, sleet or snow, she was there. He. He had gotten used to it, expecting it even.
He didn't want to tell Ladybug about her because he didn't want his lady to think he was unavailable. Or a jerk.
But, Bridgette Cheng was undoubtedly a stalker.
Then, one day. Without warning, she was gone.
At first, Felix didn't mind. He went about his day like normal. "Maybe she's sick. She'll be back tomorrow." He told himself.
The next day came, her desk sat empty.
His walk home, she wasn't there.
His nightly reading in his library at his house, she wasn't right outside the window.
A week passed and Bridgette was nowhere to be found.
Felix began to wonder if she was just a figment of his imagination. He'd turn around to yell "go home" but, she wasn't walking behind him. He slammed his book and open the window. She wasn't there to get yelled at.
"I'm losing it." He rubbed his eyes.
Patrol was boring, nothing happened. Even his lady didn't show up. "She must have something important to do." He told himself.
It was getting worse. He'd yell at no one. He'd scare innocent children and make them cry. Even scouts who just wanted to sell him cookies weren't safe. "Sorry!" He'd called out to them.
The second week passed with him getting worse by the day. "What happened to her? Was she real? Or am I just crazy? Why do I care so much?" He asked himself over and over.
And he couldn't talk to his lady about it either, because she was also nowhere to be found.
The third Monday he rolled out of bed he debated on even going to school or admitting himself into the psych ward.
School ended up being the victor of that debate.
He sat down at his desk and pulled a book from his bag. He sighed and cracked the book open.
"Hey Bridgette! Where have you been girl?" He heard a voice from the front of the room.
"Hey Abella. I was visiting China for my great grandmother's funeral. Then my dad and my aunts wanted to show me and the cousins where they grew up. We ended up being tourists for most of the trip. I even picked up a little Chinese." Bridgette's voice rang load and clear.
'I'm not crazy. She does exist.' Felix smiled and began to tear up.
"Oh My Gosh! If Felix Agreste smiling?!" he heard one of the other girls call out.
"No!" he buried his face in his book. He then peered over the pages and caught her staring back at him. She smiled and waved. Nothing changed.
She was there on his way home. She was there when he was reading in the family library.
Thunder cracked and rain started to pour down. He opened the window and looked her in the eyes.
"You wanna come in? You'll catch a cold out there." He asked.
She smiled and nodded.
"Meet you at the front door." He closed the window as he watched her run to the front of the mansion. He smiled and sighed as he walked himself to the door. "I'm going to regret this later aren't I?" He asked himself.