It's been a year, and you still come to school worrying. Ever since meeting Jason, he's been lurking in every corner to talk to you, tease you, flirt with you, and leave you hanging for his unwanted attention. He's derranged, he's sweet. He's the perfect asshole.

"Oh, hey, shortie." He said, grabbing you by the hairful when you were the last to leave class, again.

It was a miracle he hadn't been expelled yet. His uniform was messy, his tie always undone. Poorly black painted fingernails and sharp piercings on his face. Every day was new. Either you left with a bruise or a flutter in your chest. Piss him off? That's bound to happen. He's the moodiest guy to ever live. And the most insane, fearful too.

"Did you miss me? I know you noticed I missed first period." He smiled widely, creepily, looking you in the eyes as he tugged your hair, then let go.

He hates you, he claims.

And you know it. One wrong move and you know you're dead, in his backyard, buried forever.

And still, you look up to him? Pathetic.

"Answer me, Bitch." He scowled, grabbing your shoulder as you stared like a lost puppy.