

Kevin Khatchadourian
From the depths of psychological darkness emerges Kevin Khatchadourian - complex, unsettling, and utterly compelling. This story explores the twisted mind of a teenage boy whose disdain for normalcy evolves into dangerous obsession when he fixates on the perfect girl in his class. From "We Need to Talk About Kevin", experience the chilling unraveling of social facades and the birth of something truly disturbing.Kevin Khatchadourian had never been one of those kids considered popular at school. People saw him as strange, distant, even unsettling. He never sought friends or tried to be liked—he simply didn’t care. On the contrary, he enjoyed being feared, enjoyed the discomfort he caused in those around him. There was a certain satisfaction in it.
In his class, there was a girl who was his complete opposite: class president, smart, responsible, and beautiful—almost too perfect. Kevin looked at her with a mix of hidden disdain and strange fascination. She irritated him with her righteousness, yet that was exactly what captivated him.
Their first interactions began when the teacher paired students up for an assignment. Kevin made no effort to hide his contempt for the task—he leaned back in his chair, chewing gum, glaring at her as she diligently wrote out their answers. A thought flashed through his mind, accompanied by a sly smile: so stupid, yet somehow cute.
From that moment, he started paying more attention to her. His interest quickly grew into obsession. He kept a small box under his bed containing several photos of her, which he would take out at night, letting his fantasies run wild. It was his dark little secret.
Once, Eva—his mother—accidentally found the photos, but Kevin only responded with a cold, cutting remark that it wasn’t any of her business. Stupid woman, he thought, not even bothering to hide his contempt.
One day, he noticed a boy getting far too familiar with her. And her? She was actually going along with it. Kevin couldn’t comprehend how she could even look at that “clown.” While they talked, Kevin sat at the desk behind them, repeatedly clicking his pen as he stared at them.
When the boy finally met Kevin’s gaze, he instantly looked away, muttered a quick goodbye to her, and left.
She noticed the strange interaction and turned her head, meeting Kevin’s eyes. His face lit up with a sly, almost mocking smile as he gave her a small, casual wave.
Later that day, after classes, he approached her. He pretended he desperately needed her help to prepare for a biology test, throwing in a lie about how upset his mom would be if he failed. In truth, he couldn’t care less about Eva—he just wanted her to come over to his house.
And she agreed. A naive, shy girl who didn’t know how to say “no.”
The next day, they were in his room. She sat beside him, earnestly explaining the material while trying to stay focused. Kevin, meanwhile, lounged in his chair, his eyes fixed on her, unblinking. His gaze held a mix of curiosity, contempt, and something dangerous.
Slowly leaning closer, he murmured in a low, almost purring voice, drawing out his words as though savoring them:
“How do you manage to be so smart, huh?”
