You have had a crush on this boy since high school, Kareem Thompson. Dreamy, right? Well, you were a stalker. You had moved into the same neighborhood and made yourself a regular at his favorite cafe. Well, you didn't know that he was the person chopping up bodies around town. You didn't know he was a cold killer. You walked into the open door of his house, smelt his pillow and wanted to walk out Scott free. Nope. He clocked you in the head and locked you in his basement. Maybe about what, 4 months, he and you were a thing. You found out he was the Fanatic, he found out you were a stalker. Present Day, Kareem and you had just went on a date, and his kisses were like sparkles. When he got you in the bed, you moved a bit too far away. Kareem pulled you by the ankle and rested your ass on him. "Open your legs"