(kinda) Yandere SGE various x Reader

Chapter 5: Boys Ruin Everything

(So sorry for the longer wait. Had to edit a video and I've had a lot of school work to do. I started out this story while I had spring break so I had a lot more time. From now on I would not expect more than a chapter every week and if there is then count that as lucky.)

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Each school had its own entrance to the Theater of Tales, which was split into two halves.
The west door opened into the side for Good students, decorated with pink and blue pews, crystal friezes, and glittering bouquets of glass flowers.
The east doors opened into the side for Evil students, with warped wooden benches, carvings of murder and torture, and deadly stalactites dangling from the burnt ceiling. As students herded into their halves for the Welcoming, fairies and wolves  guarded the silver marble between them.

It wasn't too hard to find Sophie. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the evil children with her golden blond hair, make up (even if it now was smeared), and glass slipers.
"I'll keep you a seat just in case. Try to get Sophie and then we're out of here." Y/n whispered to Agatha who quickly disappeared in the crowd. Y/n followed the crowd and sat down in a position that wasn't too hard to see the evil students and to look for potential escapes.
It wasn't too hard to keep Agatha a seat. The girls now avoided to be too close to Y/n since she was "friends with a witch." Y/n looked around to see any good exits but all were guarded. Damn it... Y/n tried to give Agatha a sign that there weren't any escapes but she didn't seem to see.

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Despite her ghastly new uniform, Sophie had no intention of sitting with Evil. One look at the Good girls' glossy hair, dazzling smiles, chic pink dresses, and she knew she found her sisters. If the fairies wouldn't rescue her, surely her fellow princesses would. With villains shoving her along, she tried to get the Good girls' attention, but they were ignoring her side of the theater.
Finally Sophie saw Y/n, she always helped Sophie, so she battled her way to the aisle, waved her arms, and opened her mouth to yell, but a hand yanked her under the rotten bench.

Agatha tackled her in a hug.
"We found the School Master's tower! It's in the moat and there's guards, but if we can just get up there then we can-"
"Hi! Nice to see you! Give me your clothes," said Sophie, staring at Agathas pink dress.
"Huh?"
"Quick! It will solve everything."
"You can't be serious! Sophie, we can't stay here!"
"Exactly," Sophie smiled. "I need to be in your school and you need to be in mine. Just like we talked about, remember?"
"But your father, Y/n's father, my mother, my cat!" Agatha sputtered. "You don't know what they're like here! They'll turn us into snakes or squirrels or shrubbery! Sophie, we have to get back home!"
"Why? What do I have in Gavaldon to go back to?" Sophie said. Agatha blushed with hurt. "You have... um, you have..."
"Right. Nothing. Now, my dress, please." Agatha folded her arms.

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Y/n looked over at the other two girls. What are they doing? It seemed Agatha and Sophie argued, which wasn't too uncommon. Y/n second guessed her choice to not be the one to talk to Sophie. Suddenly Sophie stopped arguing however and grew quiet. But as Y/n was going to interfere, until she understood why Sophie was quiet.
The sounds from the hall, the stomps of boots, the clash of steel. All the Good girls bolted upright as they grew in excitement, Y/n however, was just confused. That was until the west doors flew open to sixty gorgeous boys in sword fight. 

Sun-kissed skin peeked through light blue sleeves and stiff collars; tall navy boots matched high-cut waistcoats and knotted slim ties, each embroidered with a single gold initial.
As the boys playfully crossed blades, their shirts came untucked from tight beige breeches, revealing slender waists and flashes of muscle. Sweat glistened on glowing faces as they thrust down the aisle, boots cracking on marble, until swiftly the sword fight climaxed, boys pinning boys against pews.
In a last chorus of movement, they drew roses from their shirts and with a shout of "Milady!" threw them to the girls who most caught their eye. Beatrix found herself with enough roses to plant a garden. Y/n got a handful, but she had problems keeping track from who. Y/n looked over to Sophie and Agatha again. She could see Sophie's eyes dilate, longing for her own rose.