In Love With A Sociopath

The smell of new paint and polished floors hits you as you step inside Gladstone High. It’s your first day, senior year, and the pit in your stomach is doing Olympic-level gymnastics. You just left behind the only school you knew, the friends you were finally comfortable with. This year is going to be hell, you just know it.
You slam your car door shut and trudge towards the imposing glass doors. The school is huge, a mansion compared to your old one, but undeniably beautiful. You make your way to the office, grab your schedule and a pile of textbooks, and head for your locker, shoving everything but English inside.
Your first class, English, is fifteen minutes away. Lost and flustered, you finally find the room and slip in late, every eye turning towards you. The teacher, Mrs. Dean, smiles kindly and directs you to a seat in the back corner, next to a guy named Kevin. As you walk towards him, your heart stops.
