The man without a face

I walk through the hallway and I see him. My heart races and my face gets read. I feel so obvious that I like him. I can tell all my friends know. I look at him in his eyes and they stare back at me me piercing my soul. Even though he probably doesn't know me I still get gratification from his acknowledgment of my existence. I feel like I'm in love with him. "Ummm Guin?" The teacher called my name. "Why are you standing in the middle of the hallway the bell just rang?" He said with a confused look on his. I quickly went to class by with my mind still encapsulated on the fact we had eye contact. I get to my 5th period class and I sit down in the seat across from him. Blushing still as he reads his book the Myth of Sisyphus. I so happen to have recently bought. "Gwen, please come up and answer the question on the bored." I stand as-well as him. "Not you Guinevere." I sit back down. I was so embarrassed at the fact we share a name. Well my nick name is the same as his full name. "This is what you get for reading in class you can't pay attention." He gets up and walks to the bored and solves the problem perfectly. He sits back down as the teacher is flustered at the fact he purposefully put down a question he hasn't taught us yet thinking he could teach Gwen a lesson. I stare out the window and let my mind wander about until the end of class. Gwen walks over to me and says "Hello? Class is over people are leaving." The smiles. I was known to be a day dreamer and not able to focus on what's actually going on around. I laugh embarrassed and stand up. "T-thank you" I gather my things and can feel him watching me. I couldn't handle it. "May I walk with you?" He says leaning up against one of the desks behind me. "Um why?" Trying to act not overly desperate but hoping this wouldn't scare him away. "Well I think you're cute." He responds glancing away from being too embarrassed to tell me straight to me face. I was so happy. We walk together side by side almost as if we were dating he takes me to my locker. Waiting for me to grab the rest of my things so we can leave. "Are you a walker?" He asked me. I told him yes and he was one as-well. In my head I wanted him to walk me home or offer going to his house and he did. I was trying my hardest to contain my excitement for it but I couldn't. We walk to his house and we come up in an intersection. He takes my hand like I was a child. I still couldn't determine if I was dreaming or not. We get there to his house. He unlocks the door and opens it. There was a straight hallway leading to a room with a see through door with a tiny little cat inside. To the left of it was stairs leading to a living room. Still holding my hand he walks me upstairs. We get to a second flight of steps and we get to his room. I step in as he's behind me. I feel something cold and sharp on the back of my neck. I notice there are pictures of me all over the walls and stickers next to them. He cuts me neck making it bleed a little bit. "I wanna stab you. I wanna kill you.... I've been imagining this for so long." I stand there frozen as he licks the little bit of blood off my neck. "You're disgusted aren't you. You think I'm a crazy psychopath who is vile and terrible. The perfect imagine you have of me is probably shattered now." I turn around and kiss him. This is perfect.....