(Inspired by Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People.)

Tate had always fantasized murdering the people he liked. taking them somewhere better, somewhere untainted where freaks like him didn't walk the earth.

But you, oh you. You were an angel just for him. He'd been following you to your classes for weeks, watching you get into your car, memorizing your license plate number..

He'd been planning his cleansing of the school for a long time now. And you were the only one he wanted to be faster than his bullet.

So you can imagine his surprise when you approach him after school. His eyes widening as you glower up at him.

"You have been following me." You growled.

It took him a moment, but he managed to choke out an "Mhm."