The Scary

It was a cold, dark night in Pontefract College. The lights were off and the building was locked. I was trapped with a monster. A dangerously handsome monster. One who could undress me with his eyes. His name, only spoken in hushed whispers. His name, was Maximillian Crompton. Those who saw this hunk were taken away by his arms and made absolutely, fabulously gay. Almost every single class mate of his had suffered this amazingly horrifying fate. He had but one weakness, people who shit talked Muse.

I turned the corner into the Student's Union and saw him there. He wore nothing but a pair of shiny, black, leather trousers. He wore a jet black beanie and had golden mutton chops. He adjusted his glasses and stared at me. It felt like hours but then he nodded and walked away.

I couldn't sit down for a week.