Henry Bowers

You could tell he was staring at you. You knew his reputation and that he had a reputation for being bad. You were a bit scared, but intrigued.

You looked over at him, noticing the grin. You had no idea why he was here, but you could feel your heart beating faster. You didn't know why, but you felt an odd attraction to him. Maybe it was because you never saw him here. Or maybe it was because he was a bad boy.

You were talking about sin and how it was bad, when Henry's gaze caught your attention. You knew him, and his reputation, and you knew you weren't supposed to look at him, but you did anyway.