My date had left me three message, five missed calls and a bunch of roses. Obviously he is a keeper, right? Wrong! He has been stalking me ever since primary school and always has a way of trying to get something out of it for himself. Sure you may think that I'm standing him up, but if you saw it like I saw it then you would know why. Later that night, my buzzer went off for a unexpected meeting. Hmm this is odd, usually I get w phone call or message on my phone, but they must have needed me in the lab right away. When i got to the lab, nobody was there, although there was a light on in my section. Cautiously i walked up to my room to find Aaron sitting in my seat with a grim look on his face, but before i could turn and run, his fist came through to my cheekbone, connecting with it straight away. Surely they would have this on film until i saw what i hated, duct tape all across the cameras. Turning up to look at him was the last thing i ever did when a chair came belting down on my face over, and over again. The pain subsided when I slipped into death.