Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Kamikaze Kai Part 2

The crosswalk sign felt was taking forever to change- and I needed to get home, not that I had anything to do. I was only sick of the outer world. I did need to stop by the grocery store on my way home, though. In what felt like forever, the sign changed. Thank God. I was finally on my way home. As I walked in the middle of the crosswalk, I guess one of the cars didn't understand, and the driver almost ran me over. Luckily, I hopped over to the other side.

The car pulled to the side of the road as I stood from the ground. When the car door opened, no one could say I was surprised as the blue-haired man stepped out and walked toward me.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry I didn't even see you there," Kai said.

"Oh, really," I yelled, "You didn't see a grown-ass woman walking across a crosswalk in broad daylight..."

"I know- I know," Kai rebutted, "I need glasses, but there's no need to mock me."

I turned around and began to walk away from the psychopath. Footsteps followed behind me. I regret ever opening my front door, resulting in my biggest nightmare- the reunion of me and my college stalker. I never thought I'd see him again.

"Why are you following me, Kai," I asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Y/n," He insisted.

I turned around and caught him mid-step. He stood frozen like a walking man statue.

"So, you weren't following me, huh," I asked.

He shook his head.

"Why are you standing like that then," I questioned.

"Because- I was about to break it down," he said.

Kai started dancing in the middle of the street. Terribly might I add.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to call the police because clearly, you are on something," I said.

I pulled out my phone and began to dial. Before I could push the call button, I was ambushed by a grown-ass man, snatching my phone and throwing it. It shattered instantly. I was on the verge of murdering this man.

"What the absolute fuck, Kai," I yelled.

"You need anger management counseling, Y/n," he insisted, "You shouldn't yell at people like that."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do," I shouted, "You're paying for my new phone."

"I don't recall myself ever agreeing to that," Kai stated.

"Well, I recall you shattering my phone into a million pieces," I hollered.

"There's no proof of that," he continued.

"Oh, yeah," I asked.

"Yeah," Kai said confidently.

I raised my hand and pointed up to the traffic light. This specific light had a camera. Kai looked at the camera and smiled.

"That was disarmed this morning, Y/n," he informed me, "I've been out here all morning- they're confused about how I shut it off."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Kai," I fussed.

"Nothing," Kai bragged, "I'm alright, but there is something wrong with you."

"Oh, right," I asked, "And what's that?"

"You refuse to vote for your friendly neighborhood friend, Kai Anderson, for councilman," Kai answered.

"If I vote for Kai Anderson will he buy me a new phone," I questioned.

Kai's eyes grew wide.

"He will not," He continued, "But he will help provide the motivation and resources to help you buy one yourself."

"Fuck you, Kai," I spat.

I turned around and began to run away from that psycho. He followed me for a while- the fact he'd chased me for two blocks, and no one stopped to ask if I needed help, proved even more that we didn't need another him in the office.

This wasn't the first time Kai had chased me up a couple of blocks. In our sophomore year of college, he got me to run a mile by chasing me with an off-brand Pennywise mask, which was pretty fitting since he is a clown. When he caught me, it was because I was about to fall into a creek, but he didn't let that happen. He pulled me into his embrace and ran his hands up and down my back while I cried. He knew I couldn't swim, one because he believed in stereotypes, and two, I was afraid to go near any pool at a pool party he had seen me attend- he'd constantly complain about not seeing me in a bikini. So, I showed up in one, making him shut the fuck up and ultimately leading to him chasing me out of the house after playing seven minutes in Heaven with him- I didn't see the mask until after we got out of the closet. We ran through the neighborhood, the woods, and almost into a nearby river. Kai never apologized. Instead, he insisted that I couldn't take a joke, which ended with me pushing him into the creek and leaving him. He could swim. I avoided him, but some of my friends still liked him, so I had to be around him.

Eventually, he gave up. I turned my head and watched as he stood there.

"We'll meet again, Y/n," Kai shouted, "I'll see to it."

I got home and hurriedly locked the door behind me. That son of a bitch had been harassing me for years, and just when I thought I was safe enough to come back to Michigan, he found me again. I rustled through my dresser in search of my older phone, the one I had before I moved. It was still there, yes. I ran to the charger and waited for a few minutes until it came back on. Thank goodness, it was still good as new. I picked up the phone as old messages bombarded my notifications. I must have missed them when I switched phones during my senior year.

One number in that bunch stood out, though, it didn't have a contact, but its messages were repeated even up to this year. I hadn't even had this phone- who the fuck was still texting this phone like this, I switched numbers, and all my college buddies and family knew that. The phone was still downloading its old data, so it would take a while before I'd know which contact it was. Until then, I decided to read the messages.

They were pretty odd, considering I never dated anyone in school.

I get that you hate me, and that's understandable.

Hey, how are you? We haven't spoken in years.

I know you got a new phone, so you'll probably never see this, but I want you to know that if you ever do. I'll always be here always.

I still think about you, Y/n.

Who the fuck?

I stared at the screen as I waited for the last message. It was sent a day ago.

Message from Kai:

I wouldn't have broken your camera if you had talked to me like a civilized person.