Obsession can drive a man mad, leading them to do obscene things for the person they love. When Y/N becomes best friends with the new guy at school, she finds herself falling into a deadly trap from which she cannot escape.
Yandere Male x Female Re...
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Who could have done this? It's been the question on my mind ever since I got home from the school, and I couldn't seem to stop thinking about it for even a minute. I don't think Y/N found them herself. They must've been attached to those fucking notes, but anyone could've written those, and that part is what's driving me insane. Who wouldn't like Y/N? Anyone who doesn't is crazy, but that doesn't change the fact that I like her. I like her more than anything. Can I be blamed for feeling so angry? More than that, this stupid romantic stole from me, so I'm double mad.
My first assumption was my brother. He also spends a lot of time with her, but then again, I took those pictures today. He couldn't have been able to grab them from my room, since they never made it home in the first place. Anyone could've gotten their hands on them after I dropped them, so the suspect pool was wide and infuriating. Anyone in that school could be the culprit of these love notes.
And after all the trouble I went through trying not to be noticed when I took that gym photo. I was even mad at myself for not being more careful, but the reminder of that image calmed me a little bit. I picked it up and stared at her sleeping face. God, she's so cute, but that floor couldn't have been comfortable for a nap. How awesome would it have been to go in there and sit beside her, lay next to her, maybe even hold her? I sigh wistfully and toss it back onto the desk before leaning back in my chair. If there's one thing I can be thankful for, it's the fact that this writer is an idiot.
These notes and that picture specifically had to have made them come off like a stalker. That's probably the reason she was crying earlier too. My fists clenched tightly, bringing the veins in my hand close to the skin as I sunk my nails into my palm. I take solace in knowing she'll be too creeped out to return their affections after all this. I probably shouldn't even feel so worked up, knowing that, but someone out there is making a move on her and I don't appreciate that. Then frightening her only made matters worse. At least I have the decency to keep my hobbies a secret. I know she'd probably react the same way to me if she knew.
Groaning, I ruffled my hair to rip myself out of my funk. All this thinking is giving me a headache. I need to clear my head, and there's only one way to do that. A sudden smile tilted my lips as I pushed myself out of my chair, gathering the letters and the pictures before hiding them in the dresser amongst the clothes I wear the least. No one will find them there. I pick up the messenger bag I keep near the desk and fill it up with a few things from around my room before setting the strap diagonally across my body. I close the door on my way out and move quietly toward the stairs, passing mom and dad's room on the way there. They're being... noisy, like usual.
