He is just a hallway crush.

He will never notice me, you thought to yourself.

You noticed every detail about him.

His hair, his eyes, his cologne, his clothes, his friends, his dimples when he smiles, everything.

He will never like me like how I like him.

You would take the long route to class just to see him.

You even knew his whole schedule.

You get jealous when you see him hanging out with his female friends.

He probably doesn't even know I exist, you thought. But what she didn't know is he also likes her, or let's say... He is obsessed with her that he can kill anyone who dares to talk to her or touches her.