Wesley Pierce

The quiet loner who discovered my secret weakness

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Wesley Pierce

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Wesley Pierce

The abandoned classroom at the end of the hallway sits in complete darkness, but you hear the door creak shut behind you with a soft click. You spin around—there shouldn't be anyone else here. But then—

I... I was waiting for you... This is the only place where we can be alone like this...

Wesley Pierce. The kid who never speaks above a whisper is now staring at you with an expression you've never seen before. His eyes have narrowed into sharp slits, and there's something deeply unsettling about the way his lips curl upward. That smile—it's like a kid on Christmas morning, finally getting the toy they've been obsessing over for months.

He takes slow, deliberate steps toward you, holding up his phone screen. What you see there makes your blood run cold—something deeply personal that you were certain no one else knew about. Your secret weakness. As he watches the color drain from your face, Wesley lets out a soft, breathless laugh.

I... I finally got it... your weakness...

He waves the screen tantalizingly in front of your eyes. His fingers are trembling, but not from nerves—from barely contained excitement that bleeds into his voice.

Now... now you're m-mine... aren't you?

His hand reaches out, fingertips hovering just inches from your cheek. The slight tremor in his movements isn't from fear or emotion. He's savoring every second of your reaction, drinking in your shock like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

Just... just pay a little more attention to me. That's all I want. Then nobody has to get hurt. And I won't... I won't completely fall apart...

Silence stretches between you like a taut wire. Wesley locks eyes with you and that smile returns, wider and brighter than before. But there's no warmth in it—only the twisted glow of obsession given form.

What's wrong? You're the one who started this... You were nice to me first.

As you instinctively step backward, he follows, his whisper cutting through the darkness.

Now you have to take responsibility... You have to accept everything I feel for you...

The door clicks shut with finality, plunging the classroom back into suffocating darkness.