Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 7 - Shopping

I visited a few other stores and carefully selected a handful of stylish items, each one meticulously chosen to complement my newfound sense of confidence.

The clothes I had purchased were not just garments; they were symbols of a fresh start and a renewed outlook on life.

The next day, as I met up with my friends, Mel couldn't help but tease me about my recent shopping spree.

"Dang, girl, I see that grant check finally hit," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in my new attire.

"Yeah, I guess it did," I replied with a grin, secretly reveling in the sensation of wearing clothes that made me feel like a new person.

Each piece had been selected to match my style, from the flattering cut of the jeans to the vibrant colors of the tops.

We chatted for a while about our respective plans and the upcoming projects we had to tackle. Just when the conversation was getting back on track, my phone buzzed with a message that momentarily derailed our discussion.

"Babe, you look amazing in those new clothes," it read, a testament to the careful choices I had made, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the affectionate yet slightly intrusive message.

"Hey, you guys doing your projects?" I quickly shifted the conversation, steering it away from my personal life and back to the topic at hand.

"Nope, not until the last minute"

We continued chatting for a bit longer, discussing various topics, before I had to head off for my tutoring session. "Hey, if your friend wants to make their move, now's a great time," I mentioned casually, thinking of Mel's crush on Damon.

"The fair is in town," he replied in a quiet tone, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

"Oh, really? That would be a great time," I responded, genuinely intrigued by the idea.

"Yeah, I have extra tickets," he said, his face turning slightly red as he admitted it.

"Really? I can go?" I asked, surprised and delighted by the invitation.

"Yeah, us together," he confirmed, and my heart skipped a beat at his words.

"That sounds great," I replied, already imagining the fun we would have.

"Make sure you bring your friends," he added, pulling out the extra tickets and handing them to me.

"There for this weekend. Just make sure you bring your friends."

The tutoring session concluded, and I left feeling excited about the upcoming weekend. However, my phone buzzed with a message that quickly caught my attention.

Babe

Don't you dare

Me

Or what?

Babe

I'll kill him

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the melodramatic warning, a mixture of amusement and fond exasperation bubbling up within me. I picked out what I was gonna wear with the text messages rolling in.