I thought this was love. I thought I'd be happy, whisked away to a magical land of 'eternal love' with Kevin by my side. I thought he was a good guy, but I was wrong; very wrong, indeed. Kevin seems like such a nice guy – he was a gentleman, he was courteous, heck, he was even a sweetheart. And this act blinded me from the truth, and from his ill nature. I should start at the beginning, the time when I met Kevin.

You see, I was walking along to class as per usual, notes and papers messily crammed into my notebooks and all of my books and study guides for that particular class piled up and blocking my view. Cliché, I know, but I'm a nerd, I've embraced that, and I walked down those halls like I damn well owned them. That was a terrible choice, and with it came the result that I slammed into some kid – that kid being Kevin – and had books and papers flying everywhere. My glasses fell off and slid along the floor, and I collapsed to my knees wildly searching for them. Hands flew over mine and I felt my glasses slip into my fingertips. I yanked my hands away and put on my glasses, a new student entering my view. Before he was just a blurry blob, but now a very handsome young man was knelt before me. I felt my face flush in embarrassment and I turned my attention to the bulk of papers he had in one hand. All of my notes were in his hand. I took them as the thought hit me, picked up my books and awkwardly thanked him, and got off the floor, kind of hoping he'd leave me alone so I could go to class, but he stuck by my side and took some of my books, clearing my view.

We walked to class in silence, but I knew he was stealing glances at me. I knew, because I was stealing glances at him, and I'd quickly look interested in something else when he glanced at me. He did catch my eyes for a moment, and gave me a small, friendly smile. WHAT DID THAT MEAN?! I was thoroughly confused, because the only interaction I'd had with guys were the gaming geeks and some jocks who were older brothers and cousins to some of my friends. None of them had acted like this towards me before. He chuckled to himself and it made my attention snap to him. "What's so funny?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. He looked me in the eyes, a malicious glint I chose to ignore flashed, and he smiled broadly. "You're just so cute!" He muttered something to himself, and while I didn't quite catch it, it still sent shivers down my spine. I could tell that the second part wasn't good. I ignored my instincts however, and reacted in embarrassment and flattery. "O-Oh, I'm not that great looking." I gave him a small smile. "I'm just a dork, no one likes me more than a friend." He pulled me into this really weird and really awkward side hug, and chuckled. "You need a better mirror, and you need to look a little closer. You're beautiful." I laughed nervously and tried to pull away from him, but his side hug was pretty tight.

"Th-Thanks, I guess?" This was starting to scare me, and I was hoping it was all a dream. But the grip he had on me was too real for it to be thought up, and I had to slowly accept that some strange new kid at school was holding onto me tightly, with unknown intents. We came to my classroom door, and he let go, only to open the door and subtly shove me into the class. The teacher nodded at us, smiled, and let this kid guide me to the back of the class. I felt so awkward, because I always sit right in front of the teacher's desk in all of my classes. He was practically dragging me around as if he owned me. As other kids entered the classroom they glanced over at us. Some whispered, others looked amazed and the rest didn't care. Of course they wouldn't – I was kind of a nobody – but, one of my friends that always sat next to me in class looked completely confused as to why I was seated at the back, and next to some new kid. I shrugged at her, looking just as confused, if not more. She was too shy, and sat at the front. It was frightening, being stuck with a stranger you didn't know the name of, and not being with your friends. As class started he was called to the front of the class to introduce himself, in which I learnt his name was Kevin. I felt a feeling of relief wash over me the further away he got.

Kevin soon strode back over to me. Why did I feel he was dangerous? He was just another student, right? I shrugged off the thought and continued on with the day. But time went on, we became friends as he refused to leave me alone, and eventually we got together. By that time, I felt as if I loved him. That he and I were meant to be, and I felt extremely happy.

What I didn't know, was what I was getting myself into.

Because, you see, I woke up one day in his basement. I had stayed the night and when I woke up I was tied to a pole and had limited vision as it was very, very dark. After a while, Kevin walked into the room, a crazed look in his eyes and he appeared to be holding shiny something behind his back. "Hello, love," He purred in a mockingly sweet tone, "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

And that's how I ended up dying.