Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 13 - Annoying

The following day, I attempted to make progress on my writing project.

"And so, when the cactus is overwatered, it only deepens my curiosity about the human brain. How can we love something like a shiny new toy and then proceed to destroy it—"

Once again, my computer abruptly shut off. I sighed in frustration, feeling thwarted by technical difficulties yet again.

"Why were you sitting next to that boy in the library?" the message appeared on the screen.

"I don't know, man. I followed the rules. I didn't touch him," I replied, my frustration evident.

"Well, although you're right, don't do it again," came the response.

"You're so annoying!" I groaned aloud. "You make me feel insane."

"I know," it admitted.

"Is that it? Do you find sick joy in driving me crazy?" I questioned, but I didn't bother to read the rest of its response.

"Just leave," I groaned, the screen reverting to my half-done Google Docs.

"Insanity: the act of doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results."

Writer's block

I groaned and put my head on my desk, i felt like crying it felt like way too much

Wait I have money

With the bundle of money securely in my grasp, I relished the opportunity to spoil myself. Eager for a day of luxury, I treated myself to a rejuvenating spa experience, where soothing massages and invigorating treatments melted away the stresses of everyday life.

Afterwards, still basking in a state of blissful relaxation, I ventured to the cinema, immersing myself in the captivating world of film while savoring every moment of my well-deserved escapade.

"I always find it amazing when you spend my money," the text message read.

"It's rude for me to text in a movie theater, you know?" I typed back, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the audacity of the sender.

"the couple next to you are damn near raw dogging"

I'm not even gonna glance

I remained engrossed in the movie, despite its eccentricity. While many disliked it, I found solace in its peculiar narrative—it served as a welcomed distraction.

Exiting the theater, I unexpectedly ran into Lora. "Hey, girl, you okay?" she inquired with concern.

"Yeah, just needed to unwind, so I caught a movie," I replied.

"Are you sure you're alone?" she prodded, a smug expression crossing her face.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I responded, puzzled by her insinuation.

"Are you sure Christian isn't watching it with you?" she persisted, her gaze shifting behind me.

Confusion clouded my thoughts until I followed her gaze and noticed someone lurking in the shadows.

"Oh, hey, you're here," I said awkwardly, trying to mask my surprise.

"Yeah, I was attempting to watch that old movie again, but the tape got messed up," he explained, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Lora observed us with a knowing look, sensing tension in the air.

"Girl, nothing is going on between us," I reassured her, feeling the need to dispel any suspicions.

She regarded me skeptically, her expression betraying disbelief.

"And denial is a river in Egypt," she retorted loudly before walking away.

"I swear, that woman is so weird," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.

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(A/N)

DENAIL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT YOUR HUSBAND IS GAY!