If Only You Knew...(The Weeknd Imagines)

Killer on the Prowl (Halloween roleplay/suspense)

🚩🚩🚩TW/CW: MENTION OF DEATH/MURDER, ROLEPLAY/KNIFE PLAY, AND CONSENT CHECKS 🚩🚩🚩

Katara:
My friends and I decided to have a last minute study session at the library for the midterm we had the next day.

I pulled into the parking garage, gathered my books from the backseat then started my walk across campus to the library.

The campus was covered in a layer of thick fog and the sky was dark so there weren't many people out which made the walk a lot more eerie than usual.

As I was walking, I saw a group of guys walking toward me and took my phone out of my pocket to pretend I was on it, in hopes they wouldn't bother me.

One of them bumped into me, more than likely on purpose.

"Damn, you should watch where you're going."

I looked up from my phone, prepared to cuss him out but it was none other than Abel Tesfaye with a cloud of smoke coming from his nose.

"Ooh, hi Abel."

"Hey Kat." He said and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Where are you headed?"

"To the library to study, something you and your friends should probably be doing too."

"I don't need to study, the knowledge just comes to me naturally."

"Yeah, alright." I rolled my eyes as I started to walk by him. "Bye-"

"Hold on, damn." He grabbed my hand to stop me. "Let me walk with you, I know you heard those rumors going around."

"What rumors?"

"About a serial killer in the area..."

"Whatever, I haven't heard anything about a serial killer."

"Yeah they're calling him the Scarborough killer, I heard he's been targeting young women." He said as we started to walk together. "Especially real pretty ones with brown eyes and a fat ass. You might be his next victim."

I rolled my eyes as I tried not to laugh. "Shut up."

Abel and I used to fuck around heavily until he started dating his girlfriend Rosalie at the beginning of the year. I couldn't stand that pretentious, rat-faced bitch and I had no idea what he saw in her but he chose her over me and that shit still stung.

He always told me he didn't know I had feelings for him but he knew, he had to have known.

We fucked one more time after they started dating then I cut him off completely and blocked him everywhere. We hadn't spoken to each other in months.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" He asked as we stopped at the entrance to the library.

"Nothing, why?"