Text to Survive (Yandere x Reader)

Let's go back to how it all started.

Y/N's POV

"Watch where you're going!"

The driver flipped me off while I was walking down the crosswalk. Muttering in annoyance, I continued my way over to the grocery store. Shivering in the cold, I blew on my hands and rubbed them. After that, I stuffed them in my pockets. I picked up the pace and rushed over to the building. I stepped inside and looked over the list I wrote.

Milk, cereal, mushrooms, bread, green onions, etc.

I cursed silently at my mom for asking me to buy this many. She stayed outside, waiting for me as I tried to find everything that was on the list. While looking for the food items, I spotted someone familiar. I only saw the back of his head. I shook my head and didn't think much about it until I heard his voice. I spun around and got the side of his face.

Oh shit.

Luckily, he didn't see me. I ran to another aisle with the cart and quickly found the remaining items.

Damn. I don't have anything to cover my face.

I walked to the cashier and loaded everything onto the cashier line. I tapped my foot anxiously as I looked behind me for the familiar person. I then heard a different voice but knew too well who this is.

"That will be $23.97, ma'am."

I looked over the cashier's shoulder to see Jak working as the cashier. It seems that he has been working here for a while.

Oh my god. Did Jak move here?

I heard the first voice behind me, and I glanced over to see Dave. Fortunately, he was talking on his phone.

What bad luck.

I quickly paid the groceries and rushed out.

When I was walking to my mom's car, someone behind me called me, "Is that Y/N?"

Oh shit, it's Dave! I'll pretend as nothing happened. I pushed the cart to my mom's car, and I loaded everything in the trunk.

"Y/N! Wait!"

Aish, why does he have to see me here?

I hopped in the car and urged my mom to drive. My mom gave me a weird look but drove off anyway.

Sorry, Dave. I can't meet up with someone like that.

The next day

Finally, the bell rings.

I packed up my stuff and walked over to my usual spot to eat my lunch. I sat on the bench that is behind the school, facing the student parking lot. I could hear the screaming and yell from behind me, but that's none of my business. I opened my lunch bag to pull out my lunch when I heard a voice next to my ear.

"BOO!"

I jumped and whipped my head to see Dave. "Dammit, Dave." He chuckled, and I made room for him to sit.

"Why do you always do this, Dave?"

"Because it's entertaining."

"I hate you, Dave."

He laughed a little and brought up a topic. "I saw you at the grocery market." I froze but continued eating my lunch.

"Oh. So you did."

"Yeah. I called you, but you didn't hear me."

I shrugged, "Sorry. I didn't hear."

He scooted a little closer to me, and I grew uncomfortable.

The hell is he doing?

I hurried away from him, and he continued to scoot closer.

What the actual hell?

I stood up and looked at him.

"Dave? Is there something going on?"

He had this weird look on his face, and I grew a little frightened.

"Dave? What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth, and the bell rang.

"Well, I hope you'll feel better next Monday."

I picked up my stuff and went to the last class of the day. I felt eyes staring at the back of my head.

What is this bad luck?