Am I crazy? (✔)

1. Trust

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Vincent comes to your house every day now. He practically lives there.

Your parents are fascinated with him. He's already considered part of the family.

Every time you guys go out, Rachelle is obligated to invite him. She has no problem with that. Of course, you're okay with it as well. He usually just stands by you and starts a conversation.

You try to hold back since Rachelle keeps whining to you about taking away her time with him, but he just seems to ignore her and only focuses on you.

Which causes arguments between you two once he leaves.

As you both arrive from school right now, entering the living room, you sat at the couch and directed yourself towards Rachelle. "I'm gonna need the living room for today."

She looked at you weirdly. "Why?"

"Jeremy is coming over to do a group project, and I find it more comfortable doing work here."

A frown was about to appear on her face until something sparked in her mind, causing a wide smile instead. "That's perfect!! A great excuse to bring Vincent into my room!!" She clasped her hands together dreamingly. "Much more privacy...and he won't have to leave my sight every time he goes to the bathroom."

You rose an eyebrow. "Don't be getting any ideas."

She waved you off. "Calm down you dirty minded person. I just really want a kiss..." She started walking away. "...for now..."

"Rachelle..."

She stuck her tongue out at you and skipped to her room.

After a while, Jeremy arrived. You offered, and prepared drinks and snacks for the both of you. Then started to work. Sometimes even getting off topic while talking and laughing.

The doorbell rung, Vincent opened the door, letting himself in. He had on a smile and carried a small bouquet of flowers in his free hand.

You noticed his expression drastically change to a confused and angry one once his eyes landed on the boy sitting next to you.

He let the door close shut. "Who are you?"

His hostile tone took you back a little. Even Jeremy flinched. "Vincent, this is my friend Jeremy."

"How do you know (Y/N)?" He directed himself towards the surprised boy.

His eyes widened. "From school..."

"What are you doing here?"

Jeremy stuttered. "F-For a project-"

He stepped closer towards the two of you. Giving a menacing aura. "How long do you know each other?"

Vincent was heading directly to Jeremy, but you stood up defiantly, stopping him dead from getting any closer to your friend. "For a VERY long time." You deadpanned. "Longer than you."

Who's he to demand explanations?

Vincent's eyes snapped towards yours in worry. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me (Y/N)." He raised the bouquet. "This is for you."

You frowned at him, slowly taking the gift and crossing your arms over your chest.

He tried looking into your eyes, but you turned your head. "Please forgive me (Y/N)-"

"Vincent! Hi!~" Rachelle came down the stairs, once again in revealing clothing. "I didn't know you arrived!" She payed no attention to what was going on and quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him up the stairs. His sad gaze never leaving you.

You sat down and placed the flowers on the small table.

"He's Rachelle's boyfriend?" Asked Jeremy shocked.

You nodded. "Well, she's trying to make him that."

"He acted more like yours."

You shook your head. "Let's continue."

At times, and suspiciously often, Vincent would come downstairs and slowly pass you both by. Observing. Which annoyed you a lot.

Once the project was finally done. Jeremy was ready to leave until Vincent offered to give him a ride as an apology for his irrational behavior.

A few hours later...you got a call from emergency.

A car crash.

Please vote or comment. *peace †

~~Secret Scene~~

Vincent stopped at a red light in an intersection.

He gripped the steering wheel, so tightly it caused his knuckles to turn white.

He stared deadly through the rearview mirror at Jeremy.

The boy shifted uncomfortably on the passenger seat. Knowing full well how the driver is feeling.

"You can't have (Y/N)." Vincent blurted furiously.

"Huh?" Jeremy looked at him wide eyed. "We're just friends-"

"I saw how you look at (Y/N). You can't have-."

"Dude what are you talking about!"

"(Y/N) is mine."

As the cars from the right side started accelerating, so did Vincent.

Stopping right in the center.

"OH MY G-" Jeremy shouted as the cars met him.