Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 2 - To worse

The following day brought with it the looming specter of my least favorite class: math. Seated beside my friends in the cavernous lecture hall, the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to magnify my exhaustion.

"Did you even manage to get any sleep last night?" Jess asked, her hand gently reaching over to touch my face as she scrutinized the dark circles beneath my eyes.

With a weary groan, I confessed, "I did something awful yesterday." The mere mention of it piqued the interest of all three of my friends.

"What happened?" Lora inquired, sitting up straight, her curiosity piqued.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of shame wash over me. "Well, you all know about my unfortunate tendency to get lost in my daydreams. Well, last night, I accidentally bumped into 'the Devil,' and I ended up spilling his coffee all over his clothes and mine."

A collective gasp filled the air as Jess exclaimed, "Oh my god!" while Mel's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"I'm convinced he's going to end me," I lamented.

Jess, always one to lighten the mood, quipped, "He might not kill you, but he could consider a good old-fashioned skinning."

I retorted, "It's not funny! Don't you guys remember the New Year's party? Just someone brushing past him had the poor guy on the verge of life support."

Panic began to grip me, and Jess tried to soothe my frayed nerves. "Okay, Y/N, take a deep breath."

Mel chimed in, "And remember the rumors that he owed 'the Devil' money? Maybe that explains his anger."

Slumping further into my seat, I endured the endless drone of the teacher throughout the class, my dread deepening with each passing moment. As the lecture drew to a close, the teacher distributed the test scores.

"This day couldn't possibly get worse," I muttered to myself, but as I received my paper, a bold, damning "F" stared back at me, accompanied by a foreboding "see me after class." Lora leaned over and glanced at my score.

"Wow, that's... exceptionally bad," she remarked.

"I know," I sighed, defeated. "Why on earth do I have to endure this torment of a math class when my major is in English?"

As the classroom slowly emptied, I mustered the courage to approach my math professor. "Y/N," he began, "I've heard from your previous teachers that you're brilliant, but not particularly so in math."

I sighed, well aware of my academic Achilles' heel. "Yes, I know."

"You're at risk of having to retake my class," he cautioned, his concern evident.

Again, I acknowledged, "I know."

"But I have something for you," he said with a touch of pride. "I've noticed the effort you put into taking notes during my lectures, so I've taken the liberty of signing you up for tutoring."

My initial reluctance surfaced. "But I've already tried tutoring before."

He smiled reassuringly. "This is different. The tutor I've arranged for you has received nothing but positive feedback."

I considered his offer. It couldn't hurt to give it another shot. "Okay, fine."

He handed me a sheet of paper with all the necessary information, and I folded it before shoving it into my bag. Exiting the classroom, I spotted my friends waiting by the lockers.

"I've got tutoring," I groaned, sharing the news with a sense of resignation.

"Oh, that's great," Mel said, attempting to uplift my spirits. As I listened to them recount their day, a sudden sensation of someone's piercing gaze bore into my back. Turning around, I locked eyes with none other than the infamous "Devil."

"Oh dear God," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Jess asked, her curiosity piqued. And then, like a ripple effect, she too noticed his presence. "Oh my God."

"He's going to kill me, I just know it," I mumbled, burying my face in my hands.

"He's walking toward you," Jess whispered urgently.

Without a second thought, I dashed into the women's restroom. My heart raced as I wondered, he wouldn't come in here, right?

Right?

Right?

I locked myself in a stall and waited for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling out my phone.

"Is he gone?" I asked, my voice trembling with anxiety.

"Yup, but he did ask about you," my friend replied.

"Oh no, God, why?" I lamented.

"Do you think he's still upset about the coffee incident?" my friend inquired.

I nodded, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. "I think so."

With a resigned resolve, I stepped out of hiding. "Are you sure he's gone?"

"I'm pretty sure, but his friends lingered around for a bit," my friend replied.

"Whatever, I'm just going to head back to my room and try to sleep," I muttered, the day's stress taking its toll.

Returning to my dorm, I opened my laptop and stared at the blank document on the screen. My phone suddenly chimed, and I glanced at it.

"Why does my love look so sad," the message read.

Oh great, I had almost forgotten about that. Annoyed and overwhelmed, I texted back, "Leave me alone."

"You know I won't do that," came the persistent response.

After blocking him, I convinced myself that he was just another online creep, desperate for attention. Hours passed, and I remained seated at my desk, the blank document on my laptop screen reflecting the emptiness I felt inside.

Then, a sudden, ominous knock on my door shattered the silence. Startled, I cautiously approached the door and turned the handle, revealing an eerie scene.

A note lay on the floor just outside my room, accompanied by a bouquet of deep red roses meticulously arranged in an ornate vase. The atmosphere seemed to thicken, and my heart sank as I reached down to retrieve the note.

Its message was chilling in its simplicity: "unblock me."

My phone buzzed again, and I reluctantly checked it. The message contained a photograph of me, standing at my door, holding the note and gazing at the bouquet of roses.

My blood ran cold as I scanned the empty hallway through the open door. There was no one in sight, but an unsettling feeling of being watched hung heavy in the air.