1994 Los Angeles, California.

Your boyfriend has always been quick-tempered, sensitive to things. But you loved him. However, even you couldn't understand what was going on in his sweet, glorious head. You had no idea that he wanted to attack the Westfield School that you both attended.

"Baby, you have to understand. I'm worried about you. I think you've been overworking yourself lately. You need to rest. To hell with this stupid school, honey. Get some rest tomorrow," – he gently strokes your shoulders and kisses them.

It was too sweet. Not that it was unusual for him to behave with you, but this time it was like it was too much. You saw the urgency in his eyes. And yes, the offer to stay at home was so tempting. And you really wanted to.

"Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone. Let's listen to Nirvana and have a blast? What do you say?" – After your words, his smile became awkward. He squeezed your shoulders, looking a little tense but desperately trying not to look like that.

"Baby, I don't think I can do this. And I will only distract you from your rest," – he smiled tightly.

"But I'm okay, I don't know why you're so worried. Why do you want me to stay home from school so bad?" – You frowned a little, very tense about his behavior. His face suddenly became very apathetic and annoyed. He hugged you tightly.

"Listen, just do what I say. You're my whole world, and I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you." – he squeezed you very tightly, kissing you hungrily, which was almost painful.