He was obsessed.

Well, he was obsessed but in the least creepiest way possible. And this obsession was more one that entered his thoughts at every moment of the day. And at every moment of the night. And at every moment in between. And this little obsession of his was you.

He'd thought he'd made it seem obvious that he was completely and utterly head over heels for you...he certainly didn't make it subtle. But you just never seemed to react to his small advances. Which then led to him to be doubting himself as he tried to fall asleep at night on the fact if you even tolerated at all. I mean, of course you did, but would it really kill you to at least acknowledge him?

He'd done everything he could think of. Giving you compliments any minute he could, being around you like a lost puppy, comforting you whenever you needed any type of comfort...hell, he even tried place a hand on your thigh to which you looked confused at and he tried played it off like it never happened.

Oh, how he wanted to be something to you. He'd probably give his life to be everything for you.

And now, after a much needed pep talk in the bathroom mirror, he made his way over to where you were standing before he immediately spoke.

"Hey, uh, I brought you this necklace." He stated simply as he handed you over a little jewellery holder, looking away slightly and clearing his throat like the whole thing wasn't happening.