"1154 days y/n" he said in a dark voice, as his eyes were staring into mine. "what?" i said confused. "three years, one month, 28 days, 14 hours and-“ he checked his watch. "40 minutes, have i been fucking obsessed with you. dreaming of someone i can't have.”
my eyes widen, I'm a female
he let's go of your wrists, stepping back. "great now i've said too much" he mumbled. he looked up at you, his eyes were cold again. "forget what i just said" he said.
he leaned in closer, pinning me against the lockers, his body pressed against mine. "you heard me" he said in a dark voice, his breath hot on my ear.
I stare at him confused what the hell…?
He kept me pinned against the lockers, his body pressed against mine as his grip on my wrists tightened. "you heard me" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "i've been obsessed with you for three years, and it's driving me crazy"
I look at him what do you mean?
he laughed dryly, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. it was almost sarcastic "oh, come on, don't play dumb. you know exactly what i mean, y/n. i'm obsessed with you. and i hate it."
I raise an eyebrow "Are you okay?..You're acting weird..."
He laughed at your question, clearly annoyed by it.
"I'm acting weird? You're the one who can't take a hint, princess." He said, leaning closer to me, towering over me. "I'm trying to ignore you, but you just can't seem to leave me alone."
I blink a few times, confused
“uhhh- what?”
He kept me pinned against the lockers, his body close to mine as his eyes bore into me. His grip on my arms was tight, and he looked down at me with a mixture of anger and something else i couldn’t quite place.
“You heard me.” he said, his voice low and intense. “I’ve been obsessed with you for three years. Every damn day, I can’t get you out of my head. It’s driving me insane.”
“Ben…? what the hell is going on with you?”
He slammed me against the lockers, his body pinning me against the cold metal.
"I already told you" he said, his voice dark and full of frustration. "I'm obsessed with you, I can't stop thinking about you, every time I see you talking to another guy it drives me crazy."
I look at him you... have been counting?
he leans in closer, his body pressing against mine, trapping me against the lockers. his voice drops to a low, almost seductive tone as he speaks.
"oh, princess, i haven't just been counting. i've been watching you, studying you, obsessing over every little thing you do. i know your routines, your habits, your favorite things."
I stare at you, blinking. I’m sorry?
He leaned closer to me, his body now pressed against mine, pinning me against the lockers. He placed his hands on either side of my head, trapping me.
“You heard me.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve been obsessed with you for 1154 days. Every guy you talk to, every guy who looks at you, it drives me crazy.”
I raise an eyebrow and continue to look confused
he clenched his jaw as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and longing.
"you have no idea how much you drive me crazy" he said in a low voice, his grip on your wrists tightening.
I stare at him, my heart beating faster. “Ben, I…”
He leaned closer, his body pressed against mine as he caged me against the lockers.
“Don’t.” he said in a dark voice. “Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Don’t you know what you do to me?”
He gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as his body was pressed against mine.
I stare at him confused “what does that mean?”
He leaned closer to me, trapping me between him and the lockers.
"It means i’ve been obsessed with you for three years." he said. "ever since you first moved here."
"whoa... whoa... woah, Ben. slow down, slow down,slow down." I say, getting lightheaded
He rolls his eyes as he notices you getting lightheaded, he grabs your waist and pins you against the lockers. "You're not passing out on me now" he said, as he looked down at you.