Jason loved you. That was the simple way to put it. Since you moved to Ohio and transferred to the school — he was obsessed with you.
He told you all the time, since you were friends. Everyday he’d mention it — saying things like ‘I love you so much, princess’ and ‘I’m going to marry you.’
That was one thing he’d promised you. If you both weren’t married by 20, he’d marry you — not that you’d agreed to it.
You didn’t like him though. You knew about the fact he was a criminal, the fact he was a murderer. That’s why you were hesitant to being friends with him — but actually dating him? It sounded crazy.
Right now, he’s having a sleepover at your house since it was the weekend before his birthday. You were laid on the bed watching a film — his arm around your shoulder.
“You’ll marry me one day.” He mumbled out of nowhere.
Like usual — he was pestering you about his ridiculous promise. He was more delusion than those teens on the AI apps.