𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 [𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝]

Yandere Friend

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains swearing and mature elements.

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Inside our protagonist's house...

"[Y/N]! Come one! We're gonna be late!" A girl's voice called out from downstairs.

"I know, I'll be there in a sec," I replied.

My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I'm a simple, ordinary, average guy. A ninth grader student at 'Estrella High'.

Got good grades. Not the smartest, but not the dumbest.

"Come down now! Or I'll drag you down here!" She said.

// Pause ⏸️ //

That's Jamaica Marie Martin.

A/N: (pronunciation: /jah-My-kah/); (Not to be confused with: /Juh·may·kuh/, the country)

She's my friend. Our mothers know each other so we became instant friends back in first grade.

We've been friends for nine years. She's smart, pretty, elegant, and one of the top achievers in our class.

She's one of the known students around our grade level so she's got some fame.

// Play ▶️ //

[Y/N]: "Can't you wait? Jeez! I'm here." I said as I walked downstairs, placing my bag's strap on my shoulder.

She always comes to my house so we can walk together, not that I don't mind, I'm glad about it.

We both stepped out of the house; I closed and locked the door. I put my keys in my pocket as I turned around, ready to leave.

Jamaica: "Alright! Let's go!"

She clung onto my arm and began to walk, dragging me along with her.

[Y/N]: "I can walk just fine by myself, y'know?"

Jamaica: "No, this is better." She said with a proud smile on her face.

I just sighed at her. I don't have a thing for her but I can't do anything whenever she has decided upon something. Besides, I've grown accustomed to her doing this since fifth grade.

A few minutes went by, we talked about things while she still clung to my arm.

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Eventually, we reached school and made our way to our room for the first class period of the day.

[Y/N]: "Class is about to start, Jam. You can let go now," I told her, attempting to free my arm from her tight grip.

She gave me a pouty face.

Jamaica: "Aww...but I don't want to." She said.

She reluctantly released her hold, but her eyes remained fixated on me.

As we entered the classroom, Jamaica quickly found our usual seats. Despite her somewhat eccentric behavior, she was an excellent student, always at the top of her class.

Our teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, began the lesson, and the day unfolded in its usual rhythm.

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Jamaica's POV

If only we could get the opportunity... I hope he'll be gentle...

'...Mmm...[Y/N]...oh~' I internally moaned to myself.