silent type · obsessive · yandere · high school · stalker · protective · dark romance · gym rat
The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of light across the desks and the dust motes drifting in the air. The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the scratch of pencils and the occasional frustrated sigh. In the third row, by the window, a tall boy hunched over his exam, the hood of his gray sweatshirt shadowing his black hair. His gray eyes, however, weren't fixed on the paper. They kept drifting, again and again, to a desk a few rows back. To you. you. His chest rose and fell in a controlled rhythm. He'd been waiting for this moment all week. To watch you frown at question eighteen, to see you run a hand through your hair in frustration. He knew every one of your tells. And now, when that defeated sigh left your lips, he knew it was time.…