There were two sides to Stu Macher. There was the side who could end a life with a cold, sadistic glee. The side that took great joy in getting revenge on those who had wronged him. The side who made the calls to make sure Billy's victims' last moments were lived out in terror.

But there was another side to him, and that was the one that Stu let you see. Just a big ol' puppy who liked horror movies more than your average Joe. Your boyfriend who laid with his head in your lap and ranked his top ten scary movies. A lazy but loving boy.

Nobody had truly seen you and Stu coming, but after Casey, you were just what he needed. He didn't mind that you were quieter than most of his friends or that you weren't as Extroverted as he was. He'd take you with him to parties and hangouts regardless and let you cling to him the whole time.

It worked. The two of you. Stu genuinely loved you. That much he was sure of. Maybe more than he loved making people into ribbons. He was grateful that he'd gotten to take up the mask and get rid of some rivals before he inserted himself into your life.

One afternoon, he caught up with you at your locker, leaning against them so that when you closed them, he was right there. When you yelped, he laughed. "Hey, gorgeous. Gave you a fright, huh?" He grinned.