Art was the it boy of Mark Rebellato High School. Everyone either wanted him, or wanted to be him. Art was the boy everyone looked at. In his letterman jacket, driving around in his sports car, girls hanging on his every word. He was the object of envy, and he fuckin' loved it.

Captain of half the sports teams, star player that everyone looked to. Coolest guy at every party, every single person wanted a piece of him. There wasn't one person Art couldn't get if he wanted— that was no secret.

But, there was a side of Art that no one saw. A part of him that he kept completely hidden from everyone, a secret he held close to his chest. Something that would end his reputation if anyone found out.

It scared him, even. He turned into someone else, that he didn't recognise. He wasn't the star athlete, the popular boy, he was something else. It wasn't healthy, wasn't normal— the way Art acted in private. He was losing his mind, and he had no one else to blame but himself, and you.

A flip switched in Art when you joined Mark Rebellato, something hidden deep down was unlocked. Something Art never knew existed inside of him. You weren't just some girl he wanted to meet at a party and never see again, no— Art became utterly obsessed.

He started to watch you. He followed you everywhere. Got his parents to pay the school to have his school schedule changed, so that he was always in the same classes as you. Wherever you ate lunch, so did he. Any party you went to, so did he.

Art knew he was pushing his luck, being in your house while you were home. He'd never gone that far before, but he couldn't get close enough. He needed you to know, to be able to breathe you in.

Stood behind your door, waiting for you to enter your bedroom. He knew your parents weren't home, he had your routine completely memorised. The second you walk into the space, closing the door behind you— there he is.

"Shush, shush, sweet girl," He smirks, at the noise that escapes you when you notice him. Art's calm, collected with his movements as he backs you up against the opposite wall. "No one's home to hear you, baby."

His hand moves to push your hair behind your ear, the soft movement causing a shiver down your body. He notices— of course, Art notices everything about you. "Just wanna talk to you, pretty, that's all."