Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 15 - Bet

After I left, a surge of anger coursed through me.

Creep

aw, did the I.T guy not help?

Me

wow, your really annoying

Creep

I like to think I'm more punctual

I walked back to my door, the weight of frustration heavy on my shoulders, and sought solace in the familiar melodies streaming through my earphones, trying to drown out the cacophony of thoughts swirling in my mind.

The next day brought a looming math test. Despite the anxiety gnawing at me, I summoned the knowledge gleaned from Christian's tutoring sessions, mentally dissecting each concept with determination. Surprisingly, the exam proved to be more manageable than expected, a testament to his guidance.

After the test, I rendezvoused with Jess and Mel in the bustling hallway.

"So, how did it go?" Mel inquired, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Honestly, not as bad as I thought. It could have been worse," I admitted, a sense of relief washing over me.

As we conversed, my gaze drifted down the corridor, where I spotted Christian, a familiar figure amidst the bustling crowd.

"Hey," I greeted him, trying to keep my composure.

"Oh, hey there. So, how do you think you did on your test?" he asked.

"Great," I replied, forcing myself to suppress a smile that threatened to betray my excitement.

"I was thinking about hosting a party later on this week," he mentioned casually.

"Really? That sounds fun. I'll have to do a rain check," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

He glanced at me again, his smile widening. "I really do hope you come. It won't be the same without you."

"Yeah," I murmured, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

As I made my way back to my friend group, Jess couldn't resist making a playful jab.

"Oh great, we lost another one," she joked.

"But remember when I was crushing on Damon and you told me about all the wrong he did?" I retorted, trying to deflect the attention.

"Is it really that obvious?" I wondered aloud, feeling a pang of self-consciousness.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I felt my heart drop. This time, I started to look around anxiously, a sense of unease settling over me.

Creep

that "tutor from hell" got you all worked up

I continued to scan the somewhat crowded hallway, but no one appeared suspicious. That's it, at Christian's party, I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

Later, I meticulously compiled all the information. I began sorting through the times and dates of every text, searching for any patterns or anomalies that stood out.

Alone in my dorm room, I poured over my thoughts on the tablet, determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious sender. Then, just as I was fully immersed in my investigation, my phone rang.

"What?" I answered, a hint of frustration in my voice.

"Still trying to figure out who I am?" the voice on the other end taunted, using a voice changer to disguise themselves.

I froze for a moment, my eyes flicking to the question I had circled earlier. "What would happen if I did figure out who you are?" I countered, my voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty within me.

"Ah well, then plan B would go into motion," they responded cryptically.

"What the hell is plan B?" I demanded, irritation creeping into my tone.

"It's something you won't have to worry about. But tell you what, I'll make a bet with you," they proposed.

"A bet?" I echoed, intrigued despite myself.

"Yes, a bet. If you can figure out who I am before winter break, I'll let you walk free," they offered.

"You'll leave me alone?" I clarified, a glimmer of hope flickering within me.

"Oh, never. I meant I won't fully execute my plan. You'll be able to continue your schooling and such," they explained.

But what was their plan in the first place?

"Fine, I agree," I conceded, determined to unravel this mystery.

"This will be so much fun, my love. Now, tell me about your day," they concluded, their tone almost playful.