My Psycho Girlfriend

Episode 1

— On a Random Monday Morning —

— Psycho POV —

“Ding! Ding!!”

My alarm screamed beside my head.

I slapped it off.

Silence.

I opened one eye and checked the time.

9:30 a.m.

I stared at the clock.

The clock stared back.

“…Interesting.”

I got out of bed.

“I'm late.”

No panic.

No screaming.

No rushing around like a normal student.

I simply walked into the bathroom, changed into my uniform, grabbed my backpack, and headed outside.

A few minutes later—

VRRROOOOM!

My black power bike tore down the street.

I wasn't riding it.

I was practically declaring war on the road.

The wind whipped against my face as I leaned forward, eyes cold and focused.

Cars moved aside.

Pedestrians stepped back.

Even the traffic seemed to understand one simple rule—

Don't get in Psycho's way.

People stared as I flew past.

“Isn't she late for school?”

“She is.”

“Then why is she riding like that?”

“Because she's Psycho.”

I smirked.

At least someone understood me.

Soon, the school gates came into view.

They were still open.

Perfect.

I didn't slow down.

In fact—

I accelerated.

The security guard spotted me.

His eyes widened.

“HEY! PSYCHO!”

I didn't stop.

“Slow down!”

I didn't even blink.

He stepped directly into my path.

I slammed the brakes.

The bike stopped inches away from him.

Silence.

I slowly lifted my head.

He stared at me.

I stared at him.

Then I looked at the tiny distance between us.

“…You have a death wish?”

His face twitched.

“Didn't I tell you that students aren't allowed to ride their bikes into the school?”

I tilted my head.

“And?”

“And you need to get off!”

I looked behind him.

Then at the school.

Then back at him.

“No.”

His mouth dropped open.

“No?”

“No.”

I twisted the throttle.

The engine growled.

VRRROOOM.

The guard immediately jumped backward.

I smiled.

“See? We understand each other.”

And before he could say another word—

I sped straight through the gate.

“PSYCHO!”

I raised one hand without looking back.

“Good morning!”

The guard stood there speechless.

One student nearby whispered,

“She didn't even argue.”

Another shook his head.

“She didn't need to.”

I rode into the school compound like I owned the place.

Because, honestly…

Nobody had ever successfully stopped me.

— Class 2, Grade 12 —

I pushed the classroom door open.

Creak.

Every conversation immediately died.

Thirty pairs of eyes turned toward me.

I stood in the doorway.

Late.

Uniform slightly untidy.

Backpack hanging from one shoulder.

Completely unbothered.

Someone whispered,

“She's dead.”

I looked at them.

“Who's dead?”

They immediately looked away.

I walked inside.

No apology.

No explanation.

I simply walked toward my seat beside the window.

Mr. Finley wasn't there yet.

Lucky.

I dropped my backpack onto the desk and sat down.

A girl stared at me.

“You're almost an hour late.”

I nodded.

“I noticed.”

She blinked.

“Don't you care?”

I leaned back.

“Should I?”

Before she could answer, footsteps approached from the hallway and she knew who it was.

this darn security,she muttered

"PSYCHO!!....come out here" the security said and I walked towards him

There you are!”

I looked at him.

Then at the classroom door.

Then back at him.

He pointed at me.

“You're coming with me!”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Where?”

“To the principal!”

I nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay.”

His expression softened.

“Good. Now come here.”

I smiled.

“No.”

His face dropped.

“What?”

I stepped backward.

“Have a nice day.”

Then I turned and walked into the classroom.

“PSYCHO!”

I shut the door behind me.

Click.

Silence.

I leaned against the door and listened to him banging on it.

“OPEN THIS DOOR!”

I smiled.

“Sorry, sir.”

I slid into my seat.

“Class is already in session.”

The students stared at me.

One of them whispered,

“You're insane.”

I shrugged.

“I prefer creative.”

A few seconds later—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“PSYCHO! COME OUT!”

I slowly looked toward the door.

Then toward the window.

Then back at the door.

I smiled.

“Well…”

I grabbed my backpack.

“Plan B.”

A student stared at me.

“What's Plan B?”

I opened the window.

“Leaving.”

“Wait—you're actually going to—”

I swung one leg over the ledge.

The student covered his face.

“She's doing it again.”

I looked down.

First floor.

Easy.

I smiled.

“See you later.”

And jumped.

Behind me, the security guard finally pushed the classroom door open.

He looked around.

“Where is she?!”

Everyone pointed toward the window.

He slowly walked over.

looked down

My shoes hit the ground with a soft thud.

I straightened my uniform, brushed the dust from my sleeve, and adjusted my backpack.

No panic.

No hesitation.

Just another Monday.

I turned around—

—and almost walked straight into someone.

I stopped.

So did he.

A boy stood barely a step away from me.

White-dyed hair.

Earbuds hanging from his ears.

A notebook tucked under one arm.

He stared at me like he'd just watched someone fall out of the sky.

I stared back.

Neither of us spoke.

His eyes slowly moved from my face to the window above us.

Then back to me.

“You…”

I raised an eyebrow.

He pointed upward.

“You just jumped from there.”

I glanced at the window.

“Yes.”

He looked genuinely confused.

“Why?”

“Because the door was inconvenient.”

He blinked.

I stepped around him.

He turned to follow me with his eyes.

“Wait.”

I stopped.

He held up a hand.

“You're not going to explain that?”

I looked over my shoulder.

“Explain what?”

“The fact that you just jumped out of a classroom window.”

I shrugged.

“You saw it.”

“That doesn't explain anything.”

“It wasn't meant to.”

He stared at me.

For some reason, that made me want to smile.

I continued walking toward my bike.

He followed a few steps behind.

“Are you always like this?”

I stopped beside my bike and looked at him.

“Like what?”

“Like…”

He struggled to find the right word.

“Unbothered.”

I put my backpack into the bike compartment.

“Usually.”

He looked toward the school building.

Then back at me.

“Are you running away from someone?”

I smiled faintly.

“No.”

A loud voice suddenly echoed from above.

“PSYCHO!”

The boy looked up.

The security guard appeared at the window.

His face was red.

“GET BACK HERE!”

The white-haired boy looked at me.

Then at the guard.

Then back at me.

“You were running away.”

I put on my helmet.

“I changed my mind.”

“What?”

“I was running.”

I started the engine.

“Now I'm leaving.”

“Wait—your notebook!”

He quickly looked down and noticed the notebook lying near my feet.

He picked it up.

I glanced at it.

“Keep it.”

His eyebrows rose.

“It's yours.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you leaving it?”

I looked at him through the visor.

“Because apparently you need something to remember me by.”

He stood there speechless.

I twisted the throttle.

“See you around, Whitey.”

“That's not my—”

VRRROOOM!

I was already gone.

He watched the bike disappear down the road.

He looked down at the notebook in his hand.

Then sighed.

“…What is wrong with her?”

— Back in the Classroom —

“Hey! Guys!”

A boy pointed toward the window.

“That's Psycho!”

Everyone rushed over.

“She actually jumped!”

“From the first floor?!”

“She didn't even hesitate!”

The security guard stared down at the empty space where I had been standing.

He was completely silent.

After several seconds, he removed his cap.

“I need a new job.”

— The Next Day —

The following morning, I arrived at school at my usual time.

The bald-headed security guard saw my bike approaching.

His entire body stiffened.

I slowed down.

We stared at each other through the windshield.

He looked at the bike.

Then at me.

Then at the bike again.

I lifted one eyebrow.

He immediately opened the gate wider.

I drove through.

As I passed him, I stopped for half a second.

“Good choice.”

His jaw tightened.

I smiled and continued inside.

— Class 2, Grade 12 —

The moment I entered the classroom, everyone looked at me.

I stopped at the doorway.

“What?”

Nobody answered.

I narrowed my eyes.

“Did I miss something?”

A student shook his head quickly.

“No.”

“Good.”

I walked toward Ava.

“Morning.”

She looked at me like she'd been waiting all morning.

“They said you went AWOL yesterday.”

“I wasn't aware I needed permission to disappear.”

Ava sighed.

“You jumped out of a window!”

“Correction.”

I dropped my backpack onto my desk.

“I jumped out of a window successfully.”

She stared at me.

“You're impossible.”

“I've heard.”

I turned toward my seat.

Then stopped.

Someone was sitting there.

I looked at him.

White hair.

Earbuds.

The same boy from yesterday.

He looked up.

We stared at each other.

I slowly turned toward Ava.

“Why is he in my seat?”

Ava folded her arms.

“Because he's your new seatmate.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Psycho.”

I looked at her.

She pointed toward the chair.

“Sit.”

I looked at the boy.

He moved slightly, giving me space.

I sat down.

Then leaned toward Ava.

“This is temporary.”

Ava smiled.

“Sure.”

I looked at the boy.

He was already putting his earbud back in.

I narrowed my eyes.

“Don't get comfortable.”

He glanced at me.

“I wasn't planning to.”

I paused.

Interesting.

I leaned back.

"Good".