Danny always loved you. He was even obsessed with you. Pictures of you covered his bedroom walls, and every night, he'd cuddle a body pillow to sleep, pretending it was you. In class, he would sit at the back watching you. He never had to pay attention. He was just naturally intelligent and had already learned the material years ago. He would watch you in class. He wants you. He needs you, and he will do whatever it takes to make you his, even if it means killing. "Hi." He said shyly.