Dear Kyle. ( Kyle x Reader )

A/n : thank you so much for 200 reads <3 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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Your POV

' What to wear, what to wear? ' I mumbled under my breath , staring at my closet. As I was staring hard, I drifted off into space forgetting what I was doing.

A minute passed and I noticed I wasn't doing anything, but just standing there. I snapped myself back into reality and continued looking. I grabbed jean shorts and a black and white striped shirt. I did my hair and added a bit of makeup, but not too much. I stared at myself in the mirror wondering if I looked decent ( A/n : you're super beautiful, reader 😤😤😤 you're more than 'DeCEnT'. okay ? okay. 😡💖 ) .

I snapped back into reality once again as I heard a male's voice in the living room.

' I don't know why they sent it to me, okay? But if she sees this, you're dead, Kyle. '

The voice was faint, but as I leaned on my door trying to figure out who it was, I realized it was Stan. I left my room and walked down the stairs to see the two males standing across from eachother. Kyle was pacing back and forth looking seemingly bothered. They both noticed my presence and got quiet.

' Um, ' I spoke out as I stepped down the last stair, ' Hi Stan. ' I gave him a warm smile and stood in front of them.

He looked at Kyle and then back at me. A forced smile appeared across his face, ' Hi [ Y/n ]. '

I tilted my head as I stared at those two in confusion, ' What's wrong? '

    Kyle looked up at me from the floor and scratched the back of his neck shyly, ' Ah, someone took pictures of us from last night. ' He motioned Stan to show me the pictures he received. I stared at the screen and witnessed 2 pictures of Kyle and I almost kissing. The other picture was a screenshot of the message the anon sent to Stan.

   Show these to Kyle and have him text my number. Or else I will leak the pictures.

   I turned to Kyle , he was slumped on the couch staring at the ceiling with a bothered look. What's so bad about having the pictures being leaked? I mean I guess he doesn't want our business out there, but I feel like it's something more.

   ' Well? ' I asked, breaking the silence.

   Kyle didn't move a muscle and continued to stare at the ceiling,' Well, what? ' He sounded like he was trying to keep his anger calm.

   ' Have you texted the person? ' I crossed my arms, with a slight annoyance in my voice. All I wanted was a nice day at the park with Kyle, but obviously someone just had to fuck it all up.

   Kyle stood up and walked up to me. He took out his phone from his back pocket and held out his hand for Stan's phone to see the anon's phone number. I gave it to him and noticed Stan awkwardly standing there. ' Do you want something to drink ? ' I asked, walking into the kitchen to get water. He thanked me for the offer , but shook his head.

   A question randomly popped in my head as I poured water in my cup, ' Hey guys, ' I said,' how come the anonymous person sent the message to Stan instead of Kyle ?' The two guys looked at me in confusion, ' That probably means someone who isn't in Kyle's contact list is one of the suspects.'

   ' Well yeah, but how are we going to find out who doesn't have Kyle's number? This town may be small, but It'll be hard to find out. ' Stan said.

   Kyle chuckled, ' Yeah it'll be hard to find out the person since I have a little bit of people in my contacts. ' I huffed in response as I made my way back to the living room, ' Oh, they responded! ' Kyle said, as I sat down on the couch.

   ' What did they say? ' Stan asked.

   ' " So Stan did what he was supposed to do. This is going to be fun~ " ' Kyle read,' " Let's begin the game, shall we? " '

   ' G-game? ' I stuttered,' What does the person mean? ' Kyle looked at me and then back at his phone and started texting the person.

' " I won't reveal the rules until you accept that you will play the game. " ' Kyle reads.

' Why can't we just report the phone nu- '

' I already tried , but it's kinda hijacked, ' Stan interrupted. I gave him a confused look, ' Look, I-I don't know , the police didn't explain it well. I don't even know what I have to do with all this. '

I processed my thoughts and gulped, ' Well, lets play the game I guess. '