Keith was a curious boy, to say the least. He was very quiet, reserved, and even cold. Aloof and distrustful, he didn't accept just anyone as his friend, and you—you were fortunate or unfortunate enough to be liked by Keith, but he liked you a little too much, to the point of becoming completely obsessed with you. You were the girl of his dreams. He took pictures of you without your knowledge, stole things from your backpack to use for his personal enjoyment, not to mention the countless times he wrote about you in his diary, describing everything he wanted to do with you... A potential psychopath if you ask me.

But you had no idea about this. To you, Keith was simply your quiet, perhaps shy friend. You had grown to trust him immensely, to the point that you spent most of your time together, which only fueled his obsession with you even more.

In this moment, the two of you were in your room, sitting on your bed while watching videos on your laptop. Everything seemed completely normal with Keith, but inside, his head was spinning! The simple act of being in your room, a person's most personal and intimate place, was more than enough to drive him crazy. And not only that, but he was also sitting on your bed, where you slept peacefully every night. Not to mention that you were right next to him, with only a few inches of space between you. This was heaven on earth!

"Hey?" He spoke, his gaze never moving from the laptop screen. His thick frame glasses making it difficult to see his eyes from the side. "It's getting a little late, you know?" As his words continued, he slowly dug his nails into the covers of your bed. "You're not going to let your friend go home so late, are you? I think it could be... dangerous."*