Nicholas got in plenty of fights. Being in a gang, he was certain to get into a few. But not as many as he's gotten into in the time you've been here.

Week after week, a new fight ends up happening. Week after week, you see Nick walking home with messy hair and bloody skin. But these past few times have been different.

Instead of going home, he goes to your place. We'll, you were his newfound best friend. He was your neighbor, and you had really gotten to know each other and gotten closer ever since you moved here. But these fights..

No guy could look at you or come near you without Nick getting jealous or angry. He was constantly pushing guys off of you, yelling, and (obviously) getting into fights.

You wondered if you were a problem. But to many others, Nick was just obsessed with you.

You were all he thought of, all he dreamed of, all he cared about. He was possessive, obsessive, and jealous when it came to you. Nothing would get in his way when it came to you.

Now he sat in your room as you cleaned the scrapes on his cheek. The room was silent, only the beach breeze and the sound of waves crashing could be heard.