Vincent x Reader

You go back to school on Monday and try very hard to forget you are dating a killer, but can't. You end up getting a D on your math test and F/N gives you a look.
"What happened? You didn't answer my calls from the weekend and you got a D!" She whisper yells. You wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead and shrug. The bell rings and you feel a wave of relief. You quickly get out of the room and head to your locker before noticing it's opened already. You don't remember leaving it open since Study Hall. You hear a soft giggle from behind you as arms wrap around your waist and holds your body close to someone's chest. You eye the arms and try hard not to scream.
"What are you doing here? And how did you find me here?!" You hiss. The person who is holding you giggles again and let's go of you. You turn around to see Vincent, but in make up and different clothing. Some bystanders stared at you with open jaws. You marvel how well he covered his purple skin, but the make up was obvious up close. You started to worry.
"I followed you here when I saw you." He says. F/N walks up and stares at you, then Vincent, then back at you before smiling hugely.
"That's why!" F/N almost yells. "You didn't answer your calls because you were on a date! And you were focused on your bf and got a D on your test!" You give her a look. Vincent frowns.
"A D on your test...?" He says, concerned. You gulp. Vincent knew well that you weren't that distracted by him.
"I'll talk to you about it at work." You say. He laughs.
"You are going to tell me now." Then looks at F/N. "Excuse me, but can you leave for a second?"
F/N nods, whispers a good luck to you, and leaves. Vincent lowers his voice as students rushed out of school.
"We got 3 hours till work. The reason you got a D on your test...was it because of what I said...?"
"Yes, okay? I mean, it's hard to take in! You seem nice and more of a harasser than a killer." You say.
"I knew it would scare you..."
"No!" You interrupt. Your heart starts to pound loudly. "It doesn't scare me, it just...seems hard to picture you as one. Knowing you are one...no, it doesn't scare me." You say, flustered. Vincent looks at you intently before giving his reply.
"Ok..." He whispers as he hugs you tightly again. "I promise not to hurt you though, so don't worry about that."
You laugh. "I hope so. You promised to keep me alive at the job, anyways."