Alejandro Quest

Though shaken up, you dismiss the emails as some immature prank pulled by some bored teenagers. You select all of the emails with the intent to mass delete all of them. With your finger hovering over the delete button, another thought pops into your head. Hpw did they get your email address? They had been messaging your private account. Anyone that would have been pranking you would've had to contact you through your official account, not the one you made for the sole purpose of creating a twitter for recreational purposes. On top of this, you made sure to make a fake name when creating that email address and account. You double check the name that the emails were addressed to, verifying that you didn't misread anything. And there it was in its electronic glory, your name displayed clearly in Times New Roman dozens of times all throughout your inbox. You shut your laptop and jump in bed, pulling your covers well over your head in an attempt at shielding yourself from your worries. You fall asleep quickly, though the thought of the emails sends you spiraling into vivid fever dreams. You wake up to the sound of thumping. Your whole body erupts into a cold sweat as you notice the grinning face peering at you through your window. You feel rough hands cover your mouth and pull you down. You struggle feebly against your assailant. They throw you down roughly, sitting on your back and effectively pinning you down. They lean in, right next to your ear. You wonder if they can feel your heart pounding through your chest. Their hot breath brushes past your ear as they whisper, "Will you go to prom with me?"