Part 3/? - The Thoughts get worse.

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Laff's POV -

Days and days pass by.

They seem to get closer and closer every day.

It makes me nervous.

What if I lose him?..

No, I can't let that happen.

These sick thoughts keep getting worse and worse.

I'm not sure if I can handle it anymore.

Another day, and I feel like passing out while walking with lots and lots of people around.

-[sort of vent?]

I can't stand being around people...

I just can't help but think..

What if they're all staring at me?

Judging me by every minute?

It makes my heart pound...

Juts look at it all..

Breathe..

Breathe slowly. Laffen Gas.

I-

I can't....

It feels suffocating.

Hopefully I can just get to my sweet spot at the rooftop without attracting too much attention or passing out now....

Without realising it, due to sheer panic, I managed to bump into Nicholas, or Socks, again.

My how clumsy..

This doesn't help...

At least no one's around..

But ah...

What if he hates me now?!

Stop it.

Stop overthinking.

Just greet him.

"H- Hello. Nic- Er.. Socks!"

I said in sheer panic, I just knew I messed up badly.

Now he definitely hates me.

And that's why you should kill them.

Make them suffer.

Then he has no other choice..

Stop it..

Snap out of it.

"Uh... Hello Laff, You're very clumsy my man...!"

"Sorry, I gotta go..!"

I quickly ran away from the conversation, my heart beating fast.

God...

That was stressful.

But I got to sit down alone back to where I usually sat at before I met them as well,

I got onto my phone in hopes of relieving this stress...

And to my surprise, someone messaged me.

They seem to be from the school as well judging by their profile picture...

That's weird, I could've sworn I've never seen anyone like that before..

Oh god...

What if?

No, no, no.

Please don't...

'Hello, Laffen Gas from class 1-A..'

I braced myself...

'Who are you? How do you know my name and class?'

Who is this person..

Do I...

'Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you know how.'

What? What do they mean by that.?

It disturbed me.

Did they really..?

I began to panic.

They're typing again.....

...

'Anyway, you can call me Info-chan or L4FF for short.'

....

'Why do I need to know that? You talk as I would ever need you even though I have no idea who you are.'

'Oh, how about this?'

This anonymous person..

Sent me a picture of him.

Why?

'?'

'You like him, don't you?'

That's when I really started to get nervous, how?

How..?

'Now I know a lot about everyone in this school, and I know you want to protect your cute little crush,'

'So, here's the deal. I can trade you little bits and pieces of information about others so you can protect him,'

'If you're willing to do some things for me.'

'And how can I trust you?'

'Here.'

This 'L4FF' as he called himself, then sent a file named 'Blaza Plays'.

At first, I was suspicious and didn't want to read it...

But then,

What if this information really was useful?

Then, I immediately knew what to do...

- No POV, No character focus, -

Back at home..

Laff's room.

After days and days passed by, and he managed to get closer to his ' One True Love ', he started to make subtle changes to his bedroom.

At first there was just and empty dresser backed up to the wall, with only one photo of Socks hanging above it..

And then after a week, it slowly became a sort of 'shrine'.

Photos and photos started to pile up..

And the way it was arranged, it was very telling he was in love.

Photos surrounded eachother to shape a heart, and every little bit, when someone else was in the picture, it was immediately ripped off and cut. Thrown away in the trash.

And meanwhile, on the actual dresser itself, there was a lot of junk.

At least, that's what ordinary people would say if they saw it.

But to Laff, those were special, wonderful and blessed, items.

Upon closer inspection, all the items had been touched by Socks,

And it kept piling and piling up.

It was an obsession.

Other pictures were lined up on the wall as well, a bit further away from the 'shrine'.

There it was.

All the pictures of soon to be rivals.

Man, he really was obsessed.

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