I was completely obsessed with him, with everything about him. At night I could not sleep, and every morning I would get out of bed with my only thoughts consisting of when and where I would see him again. Eventually it had gotten to the point where I was unable to function in school; especially not in the classes we shared.

Purely by accident, I began following him from place to place. I memorized the classes he liked, all the things he didn’t like. There was hardly anything that I didn’t learn about him. With the school being as small and secluded as it was, it wasn’t long before people noticed my tardiness to meetings and classes. They also noticed that I never took my eyes from the back of his head.

The funny thing is, no matter what odd things I would do, I would always avoid speaking directly to him. And making coherent sentences became more difficult when he was nearby. Yet not once did I question my odd attraction to him; it was just so natural to go where he went, to do as he did. That should have been the first clue to how unnatural he was, or maybe the word would be supernatural. That actually didn’t take very long to figure out, though, not with how sloppy he was about it. Sometimes it was like he wanted me to find out.

He was my sun, my moon, and the earth beneath my feet. My entire world revolved around him, even if it was just out of anger and curiosity. He would pretend to ignore my very existence, except when I became a suitable target for more than my fair share of sarcasm and cruel rumors. Yet he was still my pied piper, always calling me to him.

He was a wolf. Odder still- I wasn’t the lamb I thought I was.