Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

12: Stressed Out

Jeff the Killer

Recently, Y/N had been way too busy to do anything she wanted to do. Homework was piling up on her shoulders and she would have to stay up overnight just to finish something that was due the next day since she had been working on other homework before that. She also had a few close calls on turning things in, mostly like getting it done in class or asking a friend to copy a few answers down. She was barely making the mark, and it was getting harder and harder with each day.

Thankfully, it was Friday and the very last class. As there were only ten minutes of class left, the female was hopeful that there wouldn't be any homework today. Though, everyone grew silent as the nerd of the class raised his hand. Everyone held their breaths, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice him, but the teacher always notices their favorite student.

"Didn't you say yesterday that there was going to be a paper due on Monday?" They questioned, reminding the teacher of the dreaded homework everyone hated. The whole class, including Y/N, shot glares at the student, mumbling under their breath and internally crying on the inside.

And it just had to be a two paged essay with at least four sources. Just great. Now, Y/N would have to take at least two all-nighters to get this essay done, and it was thanks to the student everyone now held a grudge against.

The bell rang, and Y/N lurched from her seat, feeling her heart speed up as she burst through the doors of her school, dodging as many students as she could as she ran down the sidewalk. The girl didn't know where all this energy had come from, but she did know that she just wanted to get home and just rest. As if her wish was granted, the H/C-haired female appeared in front of her doorstep with a heaving diaphragm. She quickly took out her keys, taking three tries to put them in the keyhole, then opened the door quickly. She ripped out her keys and shut the door, trying to not make an entrance.

Yelling out in anger and annoyance, Y/N threw her backpack on the ground in the living room and jumped onto her couch, burying her face into one of the throw pillows. Her head throbbed as if there were ten fifty-pound weights sitting atop it. Her ears were ringing and she felt like she was going to cry, but no tears were shedding.

Then, the couch dipped to her right, and she now realized that Jeffery was present in her home. Why would he not be? The male was always here right before she got home from school, so it wasn't unusual for him to get here before her.

"What's with the attitude?" He questioned, holding a soda in his left hand, "wait, don't tell me, I think I know."

His face turned into an almost disgusted look, but she sent him a glare instead.

"No, it's not what you think," she shot back, sitting up and blinking her glossy eyes away. The female bent down and picked up her heavy backpack. It was quite clear it was heavy, seemingly how the books weighed down when she lifted them up. The killer watched her for a few moments before deciding what she was doing was boring and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV that was in the living room.

Grabbing her head, Y/N let out a noise of rage and distress mixed together. She threw the paper that was about the essay in the air and got up, heading to the kitchen table to sit down instead. She really didn't need this right now, but the dark-haired male seemed to find amusement in her pain. It was a little obvious why.

The killer held the paper in his hand and placed it on the table she sat at, drink gone, a questionable look on his face.

"This is surprisingly easy for someone like you." He said, his gaze boring into her with bored eyes. She glanced at the paper and sighed, snatching it away from his hold. She looked at it and shook her head.