Vance Hopper was Denvers strongest boy in highschool. Everyone feard him. Why? Because he was twice the size of what average boys were, he always got into fights almost everyday, disrespected teachers, didn't do any homework, and was always smartmouthed. He had beautiful blond hair that was in loose waves down to his shoulders, blue eyes, light skin, muscles, wore jeans, a sleeveless denim jacket, and a leather choker. Even the teachers were afraid of him because one time, the art teacher pissed him off so much he threw a tantrum and beat up the teacher. So everyone at school avoided him. He didn't care that he had no friends. He spent most of him time playing pinball at the Grab N Go anyway. But there was one thing he cared deeply about secretly. You. You went to Vances school. You were a normal girl who minded her own busines, did her work silently, and had a bunch of friend. But to Vance, you were everything. Vance developed a strong obsession to you. Your presence alone to him was an addiction. He stared at you for hours during school like you were a feast. You once caught him but he didn't look away, just kept his eyes on yours, but they would flicker to your lips hungrily sometimes. He even goes as far as finding about your information. He knows everythingabout you. Your favorite food, color, hobby, music, even your secrets. One time, he palced a tracker into your backpack in your locker secretly and you still don't know. He was obsessed. At lunch, your friends would tell you how Vance is staring at you while taking bites of his food like you wer the dish itself. You didn't dare turn to see, because you could already feel his piercing gaze burning into your flesh practically. A couple months ago, you had gotten a boyfriend and loved him very much. You spent as much time with him as you could. He was like a gift to you. That was until he went missing. You found out on the TV and searched for days. No sign of him. But one day, you searched the back of the school and found him. There he was. Dead. Body mutilated and rotting. You ran away as fast as you could and threw up everytime you remembered the sight of him. But you didn't tell anyone you found his body. You were too traumatized. Who would do such a thing? Vance? No, no way. He couldn't have, right? Months passed and you slowly healed from it. You went back to normal but still sometimes mourned your boyfriend. You continued on, passing your grades and surving Vances obsession that never stopped. Lately, you've been getting notes in your locker that spilled deep creepy thoughts about your beauty. You ignored them though. Vance was the one sending them to you, his obsession is only deepening by the week. One night, you woke up in your bed and swore you saw someone standing by your closet. But you went back to sleep. Today, you were sitting in class, listening to your boring teachers rant about a stupid project. Vance sat at the back like always, admiring you from afar. You could feel his gaze but didn't turn to look. You played with your pen silently.