Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 20 - After party

I woke up in Mel's dorm, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. Despite the tranquility of the surroundings, a sense of unease lingered in the air, a reminder of the unsettling events from the night before.

"Man, yesterday was insane," I muttered, still trying to piece together the fragments of memories from the chaotic party.

"Yeah, I have a massive headache," Lora groaned from the nearby bed, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Mel, ever the thoughtful friend, emerged from the kitchen area with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. 

"Thank God I thought ahead and already made some coffee with coconut milk," she announced, her expression sympathetic.

"You're a lifesaver," I said with a grateful smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I accepted the cup, the warmth of the coffee comforting against the lingering chill of the morning.

"Man, this is so good," Lora remarked, savoring her coffee.

"Anyways, good news – no school today, tomorrow, or the day after that," she added.

"Why's that?" I inquired, intrigued by the unexpected news.

"School sent out a mass email. I've got a few errands to run. Meet back here at 2?" Mel suggested.

"Yeah, I've got something to take care of too," I replied. As we parted ways, I made my way back to my dorm room, my thoughts swirling with unanswered questions.

Without hesitation, I dialed the number of the mysterious individual who had been contacting me.

"Yes, dear?" came the familiar voice on the other end of the line.

"I know who you are," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

"Really?" came the response, laced with a hint of uncertainty.

"Christian, I know it's you," I asserted, the words feeling like a betrayal even as they left my lips.

"Wrong person," the voice insisted, but its tone faltered, betraying a sense of apprehension.

"Cut the bullshit. I heard you before you tossed that boy over the rough," I pressed on, my heart pounding with the gravity of the accusation.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before the voice spoke again, its tone subdued.

"My love has figured it out. Smarter than I thought," it admitted, the words heavy with resignation.

"Why have you been doing this?" I demanded, my voice filled with a mixture of hurt and anger, the question hanging between us like a weight.

"I thought it would be a great way to get closer to you," came the reply, tinged with a hint of remorse, the admission casting a shadow over our once-trusting relationship.