Deep Dark Secrets
Teen
2004-10-05
For my last year of high school, there was this kid named Kevin who just lived to make me suffer. He was one of those kids with a "fuck the world" attitude, you know? It was sad, because I knew the sensitive side of him; the side of him that liked cats, drank tea every morning, watched anime cartoons and had a passion for music. I had hoped that we could be a team in the music field since we're always together, but he just wanted to use me to sharpen his claws on. But as time went on, he wanted to use me to sharpen something else. . . People kept questioning if he liked me, but little did anyone know it was much more than that. He was secretly obsessed with me and dreamed about screwing me like every night. He would stare at me in band and math class when he thought I wasn't looking, and would try to keep his breathing from growing heavy. I just ignored it. He always had a cold, dark expression on his face, so I assumed that he was fantasizing about assassinating me. I couldn't stand his attitude and the fact that he always forgot to take his anti-F-U medication, but still, I couldn't help but be attracted to him. He is 6 ft at least with dark red hair and deep, piercing, mysterious eyes. Something about him just fascinated me. But he continued to verbally abuse me. I'm in no way someone that falls for guys thinking, "Oh, I can change him," but I couldn't help myself.
2004-10-05
For my last year of high school, there was this kid named Kevin who just lived to make me suffer. He was one of those kids with a "fuck the world" attitude, you know? It was sad, because I knew the sensitive side of him; the side of him that liked cats, drank tea every morning, watched anime cartoons and had a passion for music. I had hoped that we could be a team in the music field since we're always together, but he just wanted to use me to sharpen his claws on. But as time went on, he wanted to use me to sharpen something else. . . People kept questioning if he liked me, but little did anyone know it was much more than that. He was secretly obsessed with me and dreamed about screwing me like every night. He would stare at me in band and math class when he thought I wasn't looking, and would try to keep his breathing from growing heavy. I just ignored it. He always had a cold, dark expression on his face, so I assumed that he was fantasizing about assassinating me. I couldn't stand his attitude and the fact that he always forgot to take his anti-F-U medication, but still, I couldn't help but be attracted to him. He is 6 ft at least with dark red hair and deep, piercing, mysterious eyes. Something about him just fascinated me. But he continued to verbally abuse me. I'm in no way someone that falls for guys thinking, "Oh, I can change him," but I couldn't help myself.
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