The situation quickly became dire.
I would come to school early, claiming a need to print out homework in the library. In reality, I was looking for Capriol.
I would wait by the entrance to the auditorium, where, if Capriol was coming to school before first period, he would drop off his violin case in the storage room.
I found that there was a certain garden terrace at the top of the auditorium stairs that, if one were perched carefully enough, one could observe those who enter and exit the building without being noticed.
As much as I wanted Capriol to notice me, I was terribly frightened of him finding out just how obsessed I was becoming.
I knew that what I was doing was wrong, and yet these feelings were so new and so strong that I could not control myself.