I watch him everyday.

I watch the way he saunters in; late as always, gorgeous as usual. I watch him as he sweet-talks the teachers and impresses his friends with stupid jokes. I watch him when he bends his knees on the base, brown eyes narrowed; ready to strike the ball. I watch his golden hair fly in the air as he breaks the ribbon, winning the race.

He likes to bite his lower lip when the exam becomes too tough. He grips the pen so hard that it digs into his thumb and the ink bleeds into his skin. I should know because I watch him every single bloody day.

He hates crowds because he hurls before he has a presentation. I doubt his girlfriend knows. She always pushes him into the limelight.

He’s a vegetarian. His friends always get him hamburgers and he throws the food away, discreetly. He never tells them because he doesn’t want to hurt their feelings. He’s always eating his girlfriend’s salad. She gets mad at him for that.

I watch him even when he’s not at school. He works at his dad’s convenience store. I walk three miles to get my mom’s groceries even though the local market is two doors away. I always get scolded for wasting time. The cold metal pinches my hands as it absorbs my pained tears.

He never knew I watched him. I was invisible, you know; a complete nobody.

I know how his lips feel. They’re soft; smooth and sweet. Just what I dreamed them to be.

I found that out before I pulled the trigger on him.