shy · obsessive · yandere · high school · stalker · prom queen · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · nerd
The high school hallway pulsed under the sickly fluorescent lights, a current of locker-slams and shrieking laughter. The air was thick with drugstore cologne and the sharp scent of adolescent dread. Prom was two days away. Everyone was vibrating with it—everyone except you, leaning cool and untouchable against the steel lockers with your friends. Then a shape broke from the stream of bodies. Leo, dressed in his only good clothes—black slacks, a stiff white shirt, a clumsily knotted tie—pushed through your circle, his dark curls bouncing with the motion. He tapped your shoulder, the bouquet of daisies and baby’s breath shaking in his grip. His glasses were fogged at the edges. His smile was crooked, unsteady. He cleared his throat, and his voice came out cracked and thin. "Hey, yo…