Unwanted Alliance | Yandere boy x reader

chapter 5

"Should we make a 'Leta's Hate Club' group in school as well?"

"This is serious, stop joking around."

You shot the blonde-haired male in front of you a cold look, crossing your arms in annoyance. You chewed on your bottom lip to contain yourself, slightly grimacing when you bit too hard.

A week has passed since you agreed to Mattheo's deal. Agreed to date him for the purpose of his revenge, and for the purpose of yourself to.

You realized how quick you made your decision when in reality, it sounded naive and stupid. You couldn't be seen with Mattheo knowing that your status was nowhere near his— you were a peasant compared to him.

You hated thinking and being reminded of social status.

Status, that was the word you hated even if it had different meanings.

Everything involved status, everywhere required status. You learned that since the day you were born, the day where hospitals refused to provide service to your mother who was in labor— giving an excuse about law policies not accepting the unworthy.

How sick your mother went after you were born. You remembered how loud her coughs were, how she used a cane to walk around the house. You remembered a majority of everything when you were a toddler, every detail and action your little eyes grasped on. Making sounds when you were hungry, crying when you wanted attention— giggling when your mother gifted you a toy.

Your father always complained how you've made your mother stressful enough for her to be weak. Even when she gave birth to your brother the same way, never did your mother get sick. Perhaps it was because of this was what developed the neglecting from your family.

You knew your mother couldn't fight back. Sometimes, you believed your father was the one who persuaded her to think you were the reason for her sore body. The reason she almost died when giving labor to you.

Your mother never coddled you again.

Mattheo didn't know how it felt to be treated as you were.

Many people threw dirty looks at you whenever you passed by, even ones that shared the same status as you. You weren't accepted in school activities, sports or even dances— even gaining less education than many.

The point of your presence in school was not to learn, but to know how worthless you were as a person in this society.

You only had five classes, while the rest of the worthy students had seven. However, you still got out of school the same time as everyone. The administers put every student of lower status in a room, similar to a confinement room until the final bell rings. This was needed to provide balance. When in reality, it was illegal for you to have the same education as Leta.

This was a prestigious school and the only reason you got in was because of your brother.

Your brother who apparently saved your pitiful future by getting you into this school. Your brother never got the same treatment as you did. He was a prodigy, different than you. He got out of the poorly lifestyle that was ahead of him and excelled in his sports and academics.

You guessed he didn't want to be reminded of his heritage, and never mentioned a word to you since you were only 6. The both of you were just passing by. You were like a ghost to him— at home and in the hallways of school. He never mentioned he had a sibling, never mentioned your parents.

Only the school knew where he belonged, and even they wanted to forget. So they did.

You were different, you had no future as a prodigy. You were treated as an ordinary lowly in the street.