Cedric foster

everyone described him as clam, unspoken, like a clam breeze in the midst of a storm. but to you,he was a strange man,a crazy man who often approached or even touched you unexpectedly behind the eyes of those who watched, always whispering strange things you didn't understand and the slightest opportunity---secretly obs essed with you. you hated him, and you didn't hide it . . . today, your school was holding a cultural festival, and all the students were decorating their classroom with teams they had prepared. your class was given a cafe team because besides being interresting, it could also generate profit. summer greeting customers, somewhere making food, and you were one of the waste stuff. everything was going smoothly until you took a short break. at that moment. you were walking down the hallway, heading to the restroom, when once again, Cedric came out of nowhere-----hugging you from behind and kissing your neck gently well showing you a photo of you serving a customer."you look beautiful"he mumbled, you flinched and immediately push him away before grabbing the photo and tearing it.you said: "you really out of your mind i told you not take pictures or touch me your bastard" you said with frowned bros before leaving, leaving him standing at the end of the hallway, staring at you. not annoyed, but with a crazy grin and a strange look, laughing like someone who has lost their mind