Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER ONE - Prologue (JOE) =

(Please read the TWs in the description before continuing. Thank you.)

:September 23rd, XX46; Monday.

:INTRODUCTION.

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...Highschool is tough.

At least, that's what Joe Croft was thinking to himself as he flipped through the pages of his first history test of the school year. Who was the English sailor that discovered Cape Cod?, a question asked- but how was he supposed to know that, and when was he going to use that information in the future? Never. Literally never.

Joe racked his brain for an answer. The first name that popped into his mind was Thomas Jefferson, which was definitely incorrect because this unit was on 1600s American history and that guy wasn't born until, like... way later. Or something. Regardless, Joe wrote it down, because it was the last question he hadn't done yet. Maybe they'd learn about something fun next. Maybe that one time he only listened to Hamilton on repeat for an entire year and a half would come in handy.

Had anyone else even turned their test in yet? A paper rustled at that moment and Joe watched a kid walk up to where they were supposed to turn it in. Joe perked up at who it was- none other than one of his best friends, Oliver Keita. Oliver looked over at Joe after he put his paper in the bin, and smiled, and Joe could have sworn a heap of butterflies knocked around the walls of his stomach in that moment. He smiled back.

Boys were pretty.

Joe quickly got up and followed suite, a few of his classmates also standing up after he did- like a big game of follow the leader. Now, he could just doodle on the back of his hand in his seat until everyone else was done and he could go home. At least this was his last period, right?

Miraculously, the entire rest of the class ended up turning in their tests during those next five minutes. Everyone was probably already done and just didn't want to be the first one to turn in their test. But that was just life for a teenager with social anxiety as usual.

The teacher stood up from her desk, looked around to make sure everyone was done, and quickly moved the small bin containing stacks of paper with poor handwriting on them to her desk. She wiped off whatever had been on the whiteboard when class started and began writing something else in its place.

"Alright, class- Unit 1 is done, how do you all feel?"

The class made various noises of varying emotion.

"Sounds complicated. Anyways, for Unit 2 we're going to take a small break from strictly American history and learn about something a little bit more interesting... serial killers."

Joe raised an eyebrow. Serial killers? Wasn't that a bit of an odd topic for an 11th grade history class? It didn't matter that much, though- serial killers were a lot more interesting than a bunch of old white guys. Unless... well, a lot of serial killers were also old white guys. Damn. That's American history for you.

"A bit odd, yes, but I promise you all will enjoy it, we'll learn about a few American ones and one specifically that's pretty well known around this area. We'll talk a little bit about their living situations and what drove them to do what they did, as well. The bell rings in about a minute, so any questions? Comments about that or the test you just took? Anything else..?"

The class was silent. The bell rang, and everyone immediately stood, gathering their stuff together.

"Alright, I'll see you all tomorrow! Get some good sleep tonight, be proud of yourself, you finished your first history test of the year!"