It was one hookup, but god you were more than obsessed.

Simon Riley. To him, you two were just classmates, friends was a bit of a stretch. You two got drunk one night at a party and things got steamy between you two, but you haven’t talked about it since.

But to you? Oh god..he was everything to you.

You knew everything about him. And I mean everything. You stalked him, you knew where he lived, his habits, every member of his family, hell you had a shrine dedicated to him.

The last girl that talked to him just so happened to jump off the roof only a few hours later. Yeah, maybe you pushed the girl off and faked a note, but she was trying to take him.

And everyone morning for months, he would walk to his desk to an anonymous love letter. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious on who was leaving these letters, so, he decided to stay at the school overnight in hiding to see who writes them in the morning.

What he didn’t expect was to see you killing Emily, a girl that had a crush on him.

Simon was just sitting in the janitor’s closet soon after school when he heard frantic running. Curiously, he looked in between the crack of the door and found you with a weapon in one hand, trash bags in the other.