Unattainable (one shots)

Silver rings and coffee things

~Author here! So this is the first (of many random) chapters to come, I may do two chapters of one story if I feel strongly about the story but otherwise don't expect too much. Thanks ~Maddie

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Janette's P.O.V

I had just grabbed my drink from the creepy barista who kept trying to get my number, I walked over to my table sat down to work on my laptop when one of the other barista guys walked up to me. "Um....miss?" I paused and looked up from my screen at him, he was standing there fidgeting with the sleeve of his dark blue long sleeve shirt. I'm not usually one to scrutinize others appearance but for reasons beyond me I felt the need to observe his looks. He was pretty average height and had some muscle, his light brown hair stuck out in random places making it look like he had been running around. But the most noticeable feature was his eyes, they were almost steel blue with thick eyelashes that really made them stand out.

"Yes?" I asked grabbing my drink, as I was about to take a sip he screeched "wait!" and made a grab at my drink knocking it out of my hands and onto my shirt. I screamed as the scalding hot liquid made contact with my skin, it was all over my shirt and some of it even got on my hair. Thankfully none of it got on my computer or phone, if it had I would have probably lost it and pulverized the poor guy. I was snapped out of my stupor when I felt him starting to dry me off with a towel while apologizing profusely, I grabbed the towel from him and began to dry myself off to avoid any more embarrassment. "I'm so sorry miss! I was trying to warn you about these!" he shook the remnants of my cup out onto his hand and produced two small white pills, they were small enough that if I had drank them I wouldn't have been able to detect them until it was too late.

"Oh my gosh! Who put them in my drink?!" I glared at the small pills as if they would answer my questions. Just then a manager walked up holding the creepy barista guy by his forearm, he was talking to someone on the phone and hung up as he neared us. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble ma'am, Daniel saw Harold slip something in your drink and he alerted me before trying to stop you from drinking your drink." I wouldn't be surprised if my face resembled that of a goldfish's, I knew that guy was a creep but putting pills in my drink was beyond creep level it was full out psycho level! "Thank you!" I gasped wide eyed at the Daniel guy, if it weren't for my soaked shirt I would have hugged him. "He was smiling at me and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "it was no problem miss, I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night if I hadn't done something."

The police arrived a few minutes later and took the creep away, apparently this wasn't the first time he's been in trouble since the officers seemed to know him pretty well and one of them said "really again Harold?" After he was dragged out literally kicking and screaming I sat down to gather my things, I was already soaked and after all of this I just wanted to go home and take a relaxing shower and watch some TV. I put my computer away and threw my phone in my purse, I was about to leave when Daniel's voice appeared behind me. "I don't think you want to go outside in this weather soaked" he walked up and handed me a dark grey hoodie. It looked like the ideal hoodie since it was a bit too big for me and felt really soft to the touch, it was pretty chilly outside but at the same time I didn't want him to be cold later if he had to work late and the temperature dropped more than it already had.

"Thank you but you really don't have to," I said handing it back to him. He just shook his head and handed it back to me, "I have another jacket in my locker and I don't need you getting sick since it was my fault that your covered in your drink." Reluctantly I set down my purse and slipped the hoodie on, just as I predicted it was warm and soft and made you never want to take it off. "I'll wash it and bring it by here tomorrow after I get off work," I promised picking up my purse once again and sticking my hands in the warm pockets. "That's fine, I'll be here until six tomorrow evening so any time before that is fine." I nodded and began to walk out the door, "miss wait! I didn't get your name." I smiled before turning around, "Janette Percy" I said in a sing song voice before making my exit while smiling like an idiot.

When I got home I pulled off Daniel's hoodie and threw it in the washer before going to take my shower. After my ten minute shower(It was probably more like 30 XD) I changed into some clean clothes and switched the hoodie over to the dryer. After I turned the dryer on there was a loud clanging sound as if there was a piece of metal rolling around in there, I quickly opened the dryer door and looked around for the offending object. I recovered a silver ring, it was obviously a man's ring and it had an black onyx imbedded in the center. I ran my finger over the surface of the ring admiring it's beauty, I know it has to belong to Daniel so I place it on my counter and turn the dryer back on. Once the hoodie was dry I folded it and slipped the ring back into the pocket.

Daniel's P.O.V

I watched Janette walk out the shop doors her long golden-brown hair was flowing behind her, she's so pretty it makes me feel even worse for spilling her drink on her shirt. A dreamy sigh escaped me as I stared at her retreating figure. I finished up my shift and went to my locker to retrieve my spare jacket and put away my brown wig, as soon as I took the wig off my natural white hair popped out in every direction from being held down under the wig. "Crap" I muttered searching my pockets realizing that I had left the ring my dad gave me in my hoodie pocket. Dad gave me that ring the week before he died, I usually wear it but it's a little big on my fingers so I didn't want it to slip off while I was at work. "Your free to go home any time you like" my boss Allen said startling me from my thoughts, "must have gotten lost in thought" I mumbled grabbing my messenger bag. I waived to the other employee's who were taking over and headed home, "she'll come tomorrow I just know she will." I whispered to myself gaining a few terrified stares from people passing who realized who I was, honestly I was hard to miss since white hair is pretty uncommon.

I just rolled my eyes and walked on, I'm used to getting stared at as if at any moment I might turn around and kill someone. Its not abnormal for some punk kids to try and jump me just because they think they can take me on, those fights usually only last a few minutes which consist of me beating their faces into the dirt. So what I own a gang and may or may not have broken out of prison? That doesn't give them the right to bother me with their petty speeches about how they were going to take my throne away from me! I don't even have a throne! And now that I think about it I don't even have a chair, I usually just stand up or lean against the wall or something. I climbed up the stairs of my front porch and was greeted by an angry hissing, "it's just me Momo no need to claw off any faces." I chuckled as I opened the door and my pet cat Momo strutted up and began to dutifully rub on my legs.

After I ate dinner Momo and I sat on the couch to watch the news before heading to bed. 'this just in! It's been confirmed that Harold Zolar is in fact dead, police were moving him to a different jail center when an unknown person's shot and fatally killed him.' I heard my front door open and close as a ghostly smile made its way onto my face, the 'unknown persons' had just walked in to report about what the news just reported. "He's been taken care of" I nodded and waived him off not wanting to be disturbed right now. Momo crawled into my lap and began to purr, "we can't have Harold hurting Janette in the future now can we Momo?" I mumbled carrying the happy cat to bed before crashing into bed and falling into a peaceful sleep. Besides Harold was an easy way to get noticed by Janette, even if I hadn't stopped her the pills wouldn't have hurt her they were just some aspirin.....

A/N: Soooo this happened....I've been reading a LOT of Yandere stories so that's probably why I was thinking to make Daniel a Calculative Yandere. Calculative Yandere= Is very manipulative and doesn't take no for an answer. So I hope you liked it! ~Maddie (wow I'm so random😅😂)