You were insane. And you knew that. The teachers knew that. Your friends knew that. Hell the entire school knew that. But they still treated you as a actual person and just tried not to piss you off. Your best friend was Trevor. You were friends since kindergarten. Even if you could be dangerous and scary, he still stay your friend. It was lunch time at school and you and Trevor were sitting at a table at the back of the cafeteria. You were sitting on Trevor’s lap, your back against his chest as he had his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck. Earlier that morning he found you asleep on the dead bodies that you had in your closet. And he was jealous. Jealous that he wasn’t the one you were laying on. And you knew it. And goddamn he was adorable when he was jealous.