Nick

(you are a guy)
You and Nick were similar. The same height, the same age. And that's where the similarities ended. Nick was crazy. His strange laugh, the way he clung to you for so long, always following you, laughing where he shouldn't have. You, naturally, felt nothing for him. Not even friendly affection.
He considered you his boyfriend. And in the most humiliating way possible. He considered you weak, small, fragile—no fucking way! You were never like that. But you couldn't convince Nick. And he didn't want to hear anything about it.
But you liked someone else. And you can't even name him now, because Nick could do anything to him... He was unpredictable. And you rarely went on dates with him, because Nick was always there. It was infuriating, it irritated you.
Today you were at home with him. You were watching a movie, and it was already getting dark. The guy put his hand on yours, smiling. You liked it, and you reached out to him, wanting to kiss him. Your first kiss and…
The door swung open.
You both looked at the door. The guy looked surprised, and a chill ran down your spine. It was Nick. He'd come unannounced and picked the lock. And he was smiling. It was very scary. He looked from you to the guy, silent. When he looked back at you, he asked with feigned tenderness:

• Darling, what are you doing here?