Stuck in a Yandere Book

[ch:3] 46

" You know.. me?"
"That's a funny question. But the real question is who doesn't?You are a célèbre (famous) influencer after all. Also the wear winner of the "prettiest girl of the summer" " my one true love " and " such an awesome fuck" and also--"
"Ah- I get it! I get it. You don't have to continue."
"As you wish." She paused into a smile,you sighed. As beautiful and interesting as she is,you honestly have nothing left in your social tank.

"I.. I think--"
" Pierrette, " she said with a smile extending her arm to you for a handshake " I am Pierrette Xiang. A journaliste and spokes-personne for the newspaper club "
You take her hand and shake it " I am well you know already. Okay,it's was nice meeting you Ms Journaliste--" fuck! you didn't mean to copy her sexy french accent and words,too late. " Ms Pierrette-- it was nice to meet you. But I gotta g t g. Sooooo you should head in and meet up with your reporter friends " At this, her smile fell, you messed up. Great!

"I would love to, truly I would, but I am unfortunately too late. They are not allowing any more reporters in."
"Huh?! Even though you are a student here?"
"It's first come, first serve, I am afraid."
" Aww I am sorry to hear that. But still, I really have to go now so.." As you turned your back to her, it immediately felt like a wrong decision. Like a feeling of immediate danger.

" Ah, but Ms.L/n , you still haven't answered my question, why are you here?"
"What? What do you mean why?"
"Given that you are the female lead of Midsummer Night's kiss."
" I don't... I don't have to answer anything."  You started backing away, eyes still on her for as long as you could. She stood still,eyes fixated on you, staring you down, thin red lips fixed into a smile.

You turned around and made a run for it. You honestly felt crazy for being scared of this absolute sweetheart of a girl. But you couldn't help it. Something felt incredibly dangerous when you turned your back to her.

You just wanna leave at this point, fuck all this. You reach in your sweatpants pocket... It's not there. Your phone! It's not here!

"Tsk. I really need to be better about my instincts around new little les choses (things)."

-

"Yes," said the front desk lady of the car garage,as she pressed the phone to her chest, "Where did you say you needed the car? "
"Front gate 2,west entrance."
" Alright. It's front gate 2,west entrance
....
Alright.
...
The pleasure is ours. Have a good evening."
She set the handset down into the dail pad.
" Your butler will be down by the gates shortly,Ms. L/n." She smiled and you nodded weakly and thanked her and left.
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.
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" Yes, F/n L/n is going to be waiting for her car at Front gate 2,west entrance."

-

"Ah Fuc--"
" Oh my,it seems our étoiles (stars) have aligned."
Why is she here again?! You press your lips into a thin line and nodded.
" I am waiting for my car to pick me up." She leaned a bit closer, " I croire (believe) the same is true for you." She finished gently.

"Ah yes.Hmm yeah same. Cars am I right-- Fuck!" You slap your hand onto your face. Every word that comes out of your mouth is another plane that hits the cringe towers.
"Is everything alright?... Ms L/n?"  With each words she comes closer and closer to you, till your back hits the large, now closed gates.You smell it again.That sweet scent. It travels up your nose and hits your front lobe, soothing the tension headache.

You didn't know how long you were standing there but she didn't press you for any response. She just stood there, watching you.

" No it isn't. " You answered after a while, shaking your head. " Everything isn't alright. And I am really tired. You are really sweet, but I am losing-- no I have lost my mind a while ago. So it's best if we don't have a conversation now. Maybe some other time. Please?"

Pierrette nodded and moved away as you sat leaning against the gate. She took a sit beside you. Why is she not leaving you alone?! Take the hint pretty girl!

-

You couldn't tell how long it took but it felt like hours. You can't escape your feelings anymore, especially without your phone to distract you.
" Ms L/n are you crying?"
"Yesss I am. I can't do this anymore! Why *sob* why isn't the car here ??? It's been like an hour!!!"
" It's actually been about 15 minutes." 

Pierrette lied. It actually has been about 40 mins. But who's keeping score. And as for your butler, she is dead. And her body has already been taken out through a secret south exit, into the forest.

You fall into her, as she coils her arms around your soft body, vulnerable soul.
" I can't do this anymore Pierrette. I am tired. I am so so very tired." You hide your face in the crook of her neck, in hopes of finding comfort. It worked. She smells so good.
" Well would you care for a lift home? "
" What ?"
"My car is here. We can drop you off anywhere. "

You are shocked at how you didn't hear this massive car get here.
"What about my butler, she is--"
" She will call you,once she gets here,je suis sûr (I am sure). This evening is so busy, I am sure she just stuck" six feet underground " behind other cars. Thus taking a while. Once she is out the garage she can drive back to your manoir (manor)."

"Okay. Thanks."

As you pass by the East entrance gate,you see Margaret helping a student get into an ambulance. There's blood on her white shirt, long skirt and hands. What the fuck happened to Margaret Smith?