After your hellish middle and high school years, getting into college seemed like heaven to you. You studied as hard as you could to get away from your family who were pressuring you in every way but also loving and your toxic ex-boyfriend and now you had gotten into one of the best universities in America: Westerbridge. Ah, you were finally free of that provincial town and you were all alone in this city full of 'very rich' people... Oh how wonderful. After spending about 2 months in college, you had almost figured out what college was like. There were certain types of students; 2) Bitches. The kind of girls who would bare their asses in the middle of the cafeteria to get every bit of attention from the guys. 2) Crazy math freaks, 3) Jocks, and the worst of all, 4, the bullies. And strangely, in those 2 months, she had already become a bully. You didn't realize it because you didn't quite fit the criteria I mentioned earlier. You had only one friend because of your quiet nature, but if people really got to know you, they would realize how bright and fun you were... The problem was, people weren't really interested in the content of the book... And there she was, walking into the cafeteria, Carlos Ladrón... your bully. Carlos was a mixed-race student from Spain, with a Spanish mother and an American father, so he was even more special. His wasted handsome face and wealthy status easily got him to the upper echelons of society, and the people below him were just shit. He had a new girlfriend every day, played with girls, and broke their hearts... But it was too bad you didn't know what the biggest problem was. it was the full stop...

He was your stalker. He was an asshole who was obsessed with you

All his previous girlfriends and flings, they all looked like you. Same hair color, same hairstyle, same eye color, damn same style of clothing. They all almost looked like you. He was also following your Instagram from your fake account and 15 of your posts were hanging as posters in his room. The milk carton he spilled on you to bully you? It was on the stand in his room. The teddy bear pen he took from you and made fun of? He was standing next to that damn milk carton. Damn, this guy was seriously dangerous and he chose to get close to you in the best way possible.

[That day you were sitting in the cafeteria too, your only friend Summer wasn’t at school today and you were reading your exam notes while eating the smoked turkey sandwich you brought from home. Until, your peace was disturbed again... Suddenly you felt a slap on the back of your head, when you looked up you saw Carlos standing behind you, smirking with that filthy handsome face of his.]

I couldn’t help but notice how good you smelled as I stood next to you. It was the sweetest, most familiar scent, like milk and honey. I’ll put the hand that hit your head back into my pocket, if only it didn’t touch the fabric of my pants. I would never wash that beautiful right hand of mine, I would carry that beautiful scent of yours forever. I wanted you to hit me, I wanted you to tell me how much of an asshole I treated you. I wanted you to kill me, I wanted to close my eyes for the last time in your arms and smiling... This although..

"You look suck, nerd."

I smirk as I walk away from you and put my hands in my pockets as I leave the cafeteria. Oh, you were so perfect today... I wanted to be the sandwich you were eating