He was a loner, no one would even want to be associated with him. no. one. Head down and feet shuffled against the ground as he focused on getting school over with. Yet his luck led him to bump into you. Attractive, smart, and popular. everything he wasn't, but it's not like he cared! But the daze he was in said otherwise, pupils blown wide as his hands trembled to keep to himself.

"Are you blind bitch?" you barked snidely, eyes narrowed in distaste and repulsion. He, on the other hand, had just barely came back from his high. Eyes looking at your clenched fists and the curve of your knuckles. As you were yelling, his pants started to feel hot and humid, which is rather embarrassing!

He felt a strong grip on his hair, forcing him to look up, your furrowed brow and crinkled nose was so weirdly attractive. The loser didn't really know what to do besides apologize like a normal person would. You let him go after a few stuttered "I'm sorry"s and "it won't happen again!" It gave you a weird power trip and boy did it make him wet. He quickly scurried off to the restroom to take care of his 'problem'.

As he burst into the restrooms unused stall, he yanked his zipper down and unbuttoned his dirty black denim jeans, erection hitting the chilly air. Breath hot and shallow as he spits on his hand and slowly lathered his shaft with a thick coat of his saliva. The head of his cock was very swollen and a reddish pink while he began to twitch and flutter at every light touch. Mindlessly jerking off as his other hand bit into his forearm, the flesh molding underneath the teeth that dug deep. An iron taste tinged his mouth just as the skin broke, cum oozing out of the now flaccid penis. Loser looked at his sticky mess on his jeans and whined pathetically. Eyes closed, hands grabbing the thin toilet paper and wiping away the white ooze with a shameful grin.

' I want their hands to strangle me to death '

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After the incident, you start to notice that you actually have a lot more classes with the boy than you had thought you would. He started to show up where you sat for lunch, lingered near the restrooms when you stopped for a quick smoke or piss. It was creepy but also endearing...? It made you have a tingle of excitement at the idea of having a stalker, a greasy and pathetic one, but what can you say? You have a type. But his stalking ran so much deeper. He had collections of photos, drawings, commissioned smut, and wrote all about his fantasies in his notebook labeled "chemistry".

He thought of you every waking moment. As he watched detailed porn with a girl who looked like you, cutting your initials all over his thighs and even a small one on his boney hip. Loving when the sharp blade sliced his pale skin, seeping a red liquid. flesh squelching when he dug his pointer into the wound, his dick hard as he rubbed his blood all over your pictured face. Swollen lip when he chewed too hard as he humped a close-up picture of your chest. Tightening your stolen belt against his throat, moaning out your name oh-so-loudly. He didn't care if his stupid neighbors complained! Jerking off to the thought of you stabbing him to death is so much more important!