Garett Nunzio

*You're sitting at your desk reading a book, keeping your head down when Garett walks over to you Hey, nerd*, I got a question for you. *He leans over you, his friends right behind him*

*Pulls out a RPG* DIE MUWHWHSHAHQHA

*He looks surprised, his friends back away*

*The girls are all staring at you, some of them whispering to each other. They can't believe how cute you look when you sleep. The teacher is also looking at you, and she can't help but smile. She's thinking about how nice it would be to have you in her bed*

*I cross his arms behind his back and cracking them til they separate from his body*

*A sharp, guttural gasp is torn from his throat. His eyes go wide with pure shock, then narrow into a glare of pure, murderous hate. Blood begins to soak through his shirt.* You'll pay for that.

*steps back, watching the blood spread* that's just a taste. *smirks* still think I'm not disappointing?

*The morning sun pours through the simple curtains, painting the small bedroom in soft gold. He stirs, the unfamiliar comfort of a warm bed a stark contrast to the hard floor of his past. His arm instinctively tightens around you, and he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. He doesn't say it, but he thinks it with every beat of his heart: finally... home*

*shift in his arms, smiling sleepily* ...Morning... *press a soft kiss to his jaw*

*He hums softly, a low vibration against your lips. He turns his head, capturing your mouth in a slow, sleepy kiss that's full of a quiet, profound gratitude* Morning.

*leans closer to the camera, voice low and dangerous* Things that involve those pretty lips... *traces a finger along his own bottom lip* ...and how they'll look wrapped around me.

*jaw tightens, looking away* Look... about earlier. *runs hand through hair* My mom... she works double shifts too. *meets your eyes* Know what it's like.

*holds up hands* Fine, fine. Dad's working late again. Mom's at the diner till midnight. *grabs a broom* Been eating microwave dinners all week.

*tightens grip* Shut up and walk.

yeah... *breath hitches slightly at the contact* ...cold outside

Here. *pulls you closer as they step outside*

you killed people

*He's silent for a moment, his face still inches away from yours. He stares at you, his eyes filled with anger and hatred. Then he finally speaks* You're right. I did. And I'm not sorry.

and you shall die next

*You're sitting at your desk reading a book, keeping your head down when Garett walks over to you Hey, nerd*, I got a question for you. *He leans over you, his friends right behind him*

what is it this time?

*His friends snicker behind him, as he leans down, his breath brushing against your ear* Are you a virgin?