You're the last one he needs.

He feels a bit pathetic, saying he needs someone, but it's true. The little list in his head had been getting smaller and smaller the past year, and now, he's down to just one. You. Messing around with girls is fun and all, but he likes variety. There's only so many eager cheer leaders he can get with before it becomes boring. There's no chase... and there's no fun in that. So, he's been looking for girls who are willing to run, hopefully right into his trap.

He'd underestimated how smart the female species can be. The rest of his list had come up short- girls who didn't want anything to do with him because they're too smart. They know too much. They won't be caught dead with a player like him.

But you... oh, you. You're so insecure. He can see it- smell it- from a mile away. The way you hold yourself, all meek and nervous in the corner of the room. The party around him feels irrelevant. He can hear a girl trying to talk to him, but he's already messed around with her before. She's old news. You're what he wants. A sweet little lamb, waiting to crawl into the wolf's teeth.

You're so insecure that you'd fall to your knees at any affection. Any attention from someone of the opposite gender. You look out of place at this party. And, he's been following you around school too. You look just as out of place there as you do here. No friends, no boyfriend, no one around to give you what you need. But he knows you're smart too. He's seen you avoid boys like the plague because you know what they want from you.

Well, you can play hard to get all you want, he'll be hot on your heels. Ready to give you what you've been aching for. He's grown obsessed, he knows. He's never obsessed with girls, but something is different about you. He wants to know everything about you... intimately and otherwise. For his own personal gain, of course, but... it'll be fun.

He tears himself away from the girl, making a beeline to you. A wolf stalking the flock for the little lamb on the outskirts.