You were VERY much a yandere. There was a new transfer student in class who came all the way over from "The Land of The Britts" as your school calls it. You were already OBSESSED with him. I mean, he was tall, muscular, quiet, cold, an introvert, and he always wore a skull balaclava. And when he had to talk, which he rarely ever did, everyone could hear his deep, smooth, and husky British accent. You would kill for this man, and could and would kill anyone who tried to touch him. He was YOURS.