PRETTY VOICE | HOODIE

C H A P T E R 11

"You're an ass L/n." Y/n pouted and went into the fridge and pulled out a bunch of cones full of frosting with a variety of all colors, along with a container of sprinkles, those too coming in different shapes and colors.

"Holy shit, you're totally rich."

"Yeah, I don't know if you heard but I'm a little famous. But not like Beyonce or Shakira level. More like...Billie Eillish level. Y'know, where every teen girl think it's quirky to listen to me? Yeah that." Y/n set down the supplies and smiled.

"We're going to have to do this quickly because my manager is coming in like...15 minutes?"

"Yeah Yeah, come on nerd."

~

Y/n finished cleaning the kitchen, ridding the random stains of cake batter on the counter. Hoodie had left 15 minutes beforehand, and sooner or later her stupid manager would be coming.

The girl knew that she should respect him; after all he could control everything she did. But something about him stirred her the wrong way. Like the old man who would sit on the side of the street watching young girls as they walked down the sidewalk. Was it his stoic nature? The way he seemed to eye her, or the way he made her wear all the more revealing clothes?

She tried to talk to her mom about it, though all her mother said was:

"You're the one who accepted him to be your manager. This is your fault."

Her mother was angry at the time. Who could blame her though? She didn't want to be on the media, but Y/n went against her wishes and decided to start a music career.

When Hoodie left, Y/n felt empty inside. As much as she didn't want to, she enjoyed Hoodie's company. He didn't berate her or ever tell her to be quiet when she was loud, which was pretty cool.

Ding!

The doorbell rung and Y/n sighed, walking towards the door to open it.

"Nathaniel, how great to see you." The girl said through gritted teeth, showing obvious signs that he wasn't wanted here. Y/n immediately noticed a blonde haired male following behind, a wide smirk on his face. Y/n's eyes widened and balled her hands into fists.

"What is he doing here?"

"Y/n I'm sure you know by now you can't break up with your boyfriend and go this long without telling me. And I'm sure you also know how annoying it is getting the news out to the public." He sat down on the couch, getting himself settled in. Oliver sat opposite of him, still wearing his proud smile. Y/n sat on the other, smaller couch.

"Yes I do, but I feel that I have the right to break up with a guy I don't like, correct?"

"Of course, but-"

"Wait wait, you told me you'd have us get together again?" The Blonde, Oliver, interrupted. The other two snapped their faces towards him, obviously not wanting him to talk.

"Oliver I said no such thing. I told you that Y/n shouldn't have broken up with you without telling me," He adjusted his position, getting more comfortable on the leather couch. "Now back to what I was telling Y/n."

"I'm not asking you to get back together with Oliver, Y/n. I could really care less about that. I'm just asking you not to go around announcing this to the public. It'll be beneficial for you and your team. And besides, don't you always talk about how much you hate the media in your business?" After finishing his speech, Y/n only shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on doing so. I just want him out of my life."

"Well isn't that quite a lot to ask for." Nathaniel chuckled, crossing his arms. The two engaged in another, more irrelevant conversation, soon after. Oliver seemed mad, but Y/n could really care less about it. After all, he was a douche bag.

When Nathaniel and Oliver were getting ready to leave, Y/n felt a pit form in her stomach. A pair of arms snick around her waist and pressed her body against the other persons.

"No matter what you do Y/n, I will always be in your life. I will get you to love me, no matter what. You're mine." Oliver whispered into her ear. The h/c haired girls eyes widened, not daring to look back at him. Though her leg had other plans, because as soon as he finished his sentence, Y/n stepped on his foot harshly, then bolting up the stairs and into her room.

She shut the door and sat on the floor. She couldn't hear anything but her blood pumping in her ears.

"What the fuck..."

~
Y/n sat on the bed, waiting for Hoodie to get to her window and take her killing. And as much as Y/n wanted to deny it, she started to not mind the idea of him being a serial killer. She was pretty sure being psychotic wasn't a choice.

Y/n wondered what Hoodie's actual name was. He acted quite reserved, and didn't talk unless he was spoken to. The only thing she knew of him was that he had roommates who were complete dumbasses, and was in college.

A knock on the window broke her out of her thoughts. Y/n opened the window and looked at him.

"Ready to go?"

. . .

Okay everyone let's slander Oliver because I hate him.

OH and name some famous youtubers /celebrities/twitch streamers so I can give Y/n some famous friends!!

Bye Clouds!! Unedited

-Blxrrii