𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 || yandere x f. reader ||

VI. ʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

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( .˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . )

Y/n's POV:

It's a month and a bit since I started getting those letters and each time I opened my locker I prayed there would be no more. Although the content of the letters was never anything drastic, I couldn't shake the fact he might know the people at my old school, or what happened. And as I opened my locker at the start of a new day, I groaned, noticing my wishes did not come true. 

Dear Y/n,

I've noticed my letters scrunched up in trash cans recently. Did I do something to offend you? I'm sorry if I did. I know you find it hard to open up to people because of what happened, I know you wanted a fresh start. 

That's why you moved right? To get a fresh start. Such a horrible thing, what happened to you. Imagine if you had to go through all that again, especially in a prestigious school such as Northlake. 

From
Your very patient secret admirer.

"Fuck," I mumbled. "So he does know."

A pit inside my stomach began to form as I quickly stuffed the letter into my pocket and walked off to my dorm, not desiring to go to school just yet. 

After reaching my dorm I threw my bag on the floor and shoved my letter with all the others. My hands scraped through my hair as a shaky breath left my chapped lips. 

"Was he threatening to tell people what happened?" I thought to myself. 

Northlake was secluded and only the richest or the most talented could afford. I studied so hard for Northlake because it was the only way my parents would let me leave my old school, Westbrook. I let out a scream into my pillow as I collapsed on my bed. 

My parents would never let my leave Northlake and it would be Westbrook all over again. 

"Maybe they wouldn't judge me," I told myself, laughing at my own statement. "Who am I fucking kidding.."

I sighed, staring at my ceiling and listening to the sounds of teachers pestering students to get to their classes. My eyes glanced at my desk and a thought made its way to my brain. 

"This probably isn't a good idea," I mumbled, getting up and plopping myself on my chair. 

I smoothed out the paper and began to write, targeting my letter to my 'secret admirer'. After a few minutes of crossing out words and sentences and throwing away pages and pages, I was finally half satisfied with the few things I had on my paper. 

A stern knock made me jump, causing me to quickly stuff the note in my blazer pocket and quickly open my door. 

"Y/N L/N," the woman in front of me, Mrs Madden, the dormitory warden and vice principal, stated, pushing her tacky glasses higher on the bridge of her nose. "You should be in class." 

"I'm sorry miss, I slept in," I said, cursing myself as I couldn't decide on a better excuse. I sighed as she scribbled my name on a piece of paper, struggling to hold the pen with her long, cat-like nails. 

"That's an after school detention." I nodded at her words, knowing from first and second hand experience there was no use trying to object, as it often lead to more, longer detentions. 

"Now get to class."

"Yes miss."

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"I can't believe you of all people got a detention," Scarlett laughed, munching carrots as we all sat around a table. 

"It's not my first," I mumbled, not fully interested in the conversation. "I swear Ms Madden is obsessed with giving detentions."

Scarlett agreed and Kaito gave me a reassuring glance from beside me.

"Why were you late anyway?" Yuri asked and I wasn't completely sure how to respond. 

"I was, uh, thinking."

"Thinking?" Aidan challenged, his tone flat and his eyes glued onto his food, seemingly not at all interested in the conversation, and I couldn't blame him. 

Taking in a breath, I decided to admit something. "I was thinking about these letters I've been getting for sometime now." I mumbled, making eye-contact with Scarlett who looked beyond happy. 

"What kind of letters?" It was Kaito's turn to inquire, his posture straight as his green eyes burned into mine. 

"Love letters!" Scarlett squealed, not giving me a moment to talk. Cassie laughed, and soon so did the rest of the group and my leg began to shake. 

"From who?" Cassie asked, flicking her long hair that was tied neatly with a bow over her shoulder. "Are you sure its for you?" 

Scarlett intervened again. "It's definitely for her, and the person only signs it with, from your secret admirer."

"That's so childish," Kaito scoffed. 

"For how long?" Yuri asked, her dark eyes piercing into mine. 

"About... a month?" I guessed.

"A month?" The group retorted. I nodded as I was bombarded with even more questions. I eventually stopped answering the questions and let Scarlett steer the conversation as she seemed more eager then me. The pit inside my stomach grew larger and I picked at my nails nervously. 

"I think it's cute," Scarlett puffed as the group did not reciprocate her feelings. 

"Lately the letters have been getting kind of weird though," I said and Yuri, Cassie and Kaito listened closely while Aidan and Elijah didn't seem to have a care in the world. 

"Weird?" 

"I don't know, its just, he like, knows a lot about me. Things I haven't really told anyone. To t-the point that it's kind of weird."

There was silence for a while and Cassie titled her head. "That's it?" 

My eyes widened, not expecting that kind of response.

"That doesn't sound that bad," Kaito added his attention now diverted. 

"I think you're just overreacting." Yuri stated, her hands lightly touching mine in an attempt of comfort. 

"Ah.. Ok then, never mind." I muttered, looking at my feet as the normal conversation started back up.

"I can't be overreacting." I thought to myself. "How could he possible know about Westbrook?"