[@DriveEMOut] 

Aya was aware of the boy following her and she used her peripherals to look at him. She decided to take a detour and confront him. She felt her lips twitch into a cool smirk. It faded as quickly as it appeared. As soon as they were alone, she turned around. "Why are you following me?" Her voice was melodious, yet cool, like water becoming ice. She stood tall, folding her arms over her ample chest, her long ebony hair shaken back from her face, her entire stance screaming "Predator."