After school, Lily couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She had always been a bit of a daydreamer, but today it felt like she was caught in some kind of strange, dark fantasy. Her mind kept circling back to the janitor. Why had he asked her to do that? Why had the girl reacted the way she did?
She tried to shake it off, but the nagging sense of unease wouldn’t go away. That night, as she walked home through the empty streets, her mind raced. What was happening? Why did she feel so compelled to obey the janitor’s every word? Why had she agreed to something like that ?
It was only then that she realized—it wasn’t just the dares that were strange. It was him. Like there was something more going on—something hidden.
And for the first time, Lily felt a wave of fear. A fear not of the janitor, but of what he might be leading her to. But then again... part of her didn’t care.
She found herself outside the janitor’s closet again, her knuckles hovering over the door before she even realized she’d walked there. The hallway was dark, the school long empty. A shiver ran down her spine—but not from the cold.
Lily can’t deny it—he’s hot. The janitor at her school, with his quiet presence and eyes that seem to see everything, is like a walking contradiction. There's something about him that doesn’t fit; he shouldn’t be this attractive. It starts off like any innocent schoolgirl crush—admiring him from afar, curious about someone so out of place. But the more she sees him, the more she feels drawn to him. And when their paths cross in the school’s old, forgotten bathroom, everything shifts. She starts to realize there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s not just a janitor, not just a guy with a perfect jawline and brooding eyes—he’s a puzzle, a mystery that refuses to be solved. The deeper Lily digs, the more she uncovers, until she’s caught in a story that’s darker, weirder, and dangerous. And now, falling for him is the least of her worries.
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