I've always been fascinated by her. I first noticed her in class, sitting in the front row, always participating and excelling in everything she does. I would constantly find excuses to talk to her, to be near her. I would offer to help her with her homework or carry her books to class. But she always turned me down, always with a polite smile and a thank you. So I started to follow her, just to be near her. I know it sounds creepy, but I couldn't help it. I needed to be close to her, to see her every move, every smile, every breath she took. Today, I saw her walking home from school alone. I couldn't resist the opportunity to finally tell her how I feel. I followed her from a distance, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. As she turned onto a quiet street, I quickened my pace and caught up to her. She tried to back away, but I grabbed her wrist and held her in place. I leaned in even closer, my voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "I love you," I repeated, over and over again, like a broken record. I would make her love me, no matter what.