Our Love (Yandere X Reader)

part 38

Y/N's POV:
I walked in knowing I had to tell my mom I got suspended. Or talk to her about it. I walked in and went straight upstairs. I dropped my bag next to my bed and crashed into my bed. I wasn't even there for 5 minutes and my sister barged in.

"Sup faggot!" She yelled and punched my back, right where the bruise was.

"Ah- YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

"What happened to you?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Why? Did you lose?!"

"No-"

"LITTLE PUSSY FAGGOT LOST IN A FIGHT HAHAHAHA"

She ran out of my room and I just sat there. That bastard got what he deserves.

At dinner...

"DINNER" My mom yelled from downstairs.

I wasn't ready for this. I went down the stairs and say at my seat. It was silent. I had no idea what to say. My mom was the first to break the silence.

"So I heard you got suspended today. What the fuck is that about?!" I stayed quiet.

"Y/N!"

"I beat the fuck outta someone." I didn't even look at her, I just stared at my plate.

"Y/N WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE."

"sorry."

"Why did you beat the kid up?!"

"He clearly lost, that's why he won't talk about it!" I glared at here and she stuck her tounge out at me.

"Why y/n!? Go ahead tell me!" My mom exclaimed.

"He got what was coming."

"What the hell did he do?!" She yelled at me.

I scooted my chair back and stood up. Not looking at her. I walked to my room, ignoring her screams behind me. Just then I felt my sister grab the back of my shirt and drag me to the table. I swung around and punched her right in the face. She stopped and I went to my room.

I couldn't tell my mom or s/n why. They would say Ophelia js a bad influence and that I shouldn't do that to anyone for my lover. I disagree. Strongly.

...

The two weeks being locked at my house with my stupid sister was absolute hell. I went over to Ophelia's here and there. Tomorrow was my Monday back. I heard about Ashley and Jacob. That's what thoes assholes get. I want to know who killed Jacob...and thank them.

At school the next day...

Everyone asked me what happened, all I told them was he got what he deserved. I'd tell my friends what happened but not other people.

"God you must really love her" Todd said.

"Well of course. I'm not gonna date someone I don't want to be with!"

School was almost over. Only three weeks left. Damn time flies.

Ophelia's POV:
I still had one person to kill but school was about to end. I had no time. I might have to wait. It will be obvious it's someone in the school so I'll have to kill one or two people in the summer.

I'm super lazy so I'm skipping to the summer.

Y/N's POV:
I laid in Ophelia's room with her on her bed. Us both staring at the white ceiling in silence. Finally. No more school.

"Y/n.." Ophelia says

"Yeah Ophelia?"

"We are gonna be Seniors next year..."

That's when I took it into thought. Damn.

"Yeah.."

"Y/n," She leaned up and looked at me "do you know what that means?"

"What?" I look at her confused.

"We've known eachother for 11 years.."

"What?! No way!" I leaned up next to her and started counting.

"Yeah, we met in the beginning of second grade, so" She held up her fingers and counted "second, third, fourth," she continued down the list, every year she would add a finger. "Tenth, eleventh..."

"Twelveth" we said in sync.

"Woah.." I was stunned.

"Which means I've liked you for ten to eleven years.." She mumbled.

"W-WHAT?! YOU'VE LIKED ME FOR THAT LONG?!"

"Yeah! I told you!"

"Shit." She smiled and kissed me.

"I'm boooored"  She laid back down dramatically.

"Well, I mean the pool is open, we should go" I said looking back at her.

"Oh nonono" She said as her face went pale and she covered it

"Why not?"

"I-" she stopped

"Go ahead, you can tell me" I said putting my hand on her thigh.

"I'm not-...I-I don't like how I look...in a swimsuit.." I was generally shocked

"Why?!"

" I just... I don't have the right body.."

I grabbed her shoulders, lifted her up and turned her towards me. I put our foreheads together and stared into her eyes.

"Ophelia. Your body is perfect. There's nothing I'd ever change about how you look. Your perfect. I don't see what makes you think your not pretty."

She stood up and went to her mirror against the wall that she recently got.

"Just.." She lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach. "These..." She pointed to lines on her stomach, she wasn't fat just, there were lines..

"Because I have bad posture and I'm always bent over like this," she leaned over and I could see where her stomach bent. No folded. Bent.

"Baby," I walked up behind her and trailed my hands on her stomach "everyone has these, see?" I leaned over and you could see where my stomach bent. (Please tell me if it's not normal because I have these-)

"Well yeah. But mine are noticeable even when in not bent over." I looked at her stomach.

"I don't see anything!" I was being honest.

"That's not all though..."

"What else?"

She slid her pants down and grabbed her waist.

"I'm not.. curvy I guess is what I'm looking for?" She sounded confused because she had no idea on how to describe it, but I understood.

Ophelia's POV:

I can't believe I told AND showed Y/n my insecurities. He had to have been lying. I felt gross. I've always hated thoes things about my body. Y/n then hugged me from behind and put his arms around my stomach. I felt butterflies in my stomach everywhere. My heart was pounding so hard.

"Ophelia, you are beautiful. Nothing will change that. I don't care about what others think or say, you are beautiful."

I felt tears pool in my eyes. They dripped down my face and I wiped my eyes with one hand. Y/n noticed and spun me around and made me look at him.

"Baby what's wrong?! Why are you crying?! Please don't cry" I smiled

"Y/n...no one has ever said that to me before..."

"What? 'Your beautiful?'" He questioned

I nodded in response. He hugged me into his chest.

"Well you are."

AHHH WHY DONT I KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS STORYY