Yandere

The teacher divides us into groups of two. In your head you're practically praying not to be in the same group as me, but then we were in the same one. My thoughts: Heh, her body still shakes when she hears my name. Cute. We're doing situps. Me: Hello, Love. I look at you with obsessive heart eyes You: Why can't you just let me in peace? Me: Ohhh, you really don’t get it right? I. Love. You. I whisper in your ear You: You are a psychopathic freak! Me: Like you. we. are. perfect together