Glorious H20Vanoss One-Shot Book

Yandere - H20Vanoss

I can't stand the thought of them together. In class, they always touch each other under the desks and in the hallways it's impossible to avoid the disgusting sight as their saliva mixes together. Just a few months ago I was happy that my best friend finally got a girlfriend but now it makes a deep anger arise in my chest when I hear her name. Sydney, Sydney, Sydney it repeats in my mind. It's impossible to escape.
I've been avoiding the guys lately, and Luke has been worried sick about me, but who can blame him? At lunch I sit outside on the rooftop and stare dreamily at the beautiful, pink blossom trees. Their leaves rock steadily in the wind and I've always loved the story behind the gorgeous structure nature has gifted this dreaded school with. Apparently, the blossom trees have a history of love confessions. People whisper around campus about how they met their boyfriend or girlfriend under the tree or how their parents fell in love surrounded by the pink blossoms in the spring. To be honest, sometimes I picture myself confessing to Evan. The image in my head of our wedding just brings me hope and I already have everything worked out from the cake to the decorations to the bridesmaids dresses to our matching gravestones.
Craig asked if I was okay yesterday. I didn't respond. Lately he's been acting quite confident around my Evan. He is my good friend and I do enjoy his presence, but I'll enjoy it much more when I get home. I wonder if he's lonely sitting in that wooden chair? Oh well, I'll keep him company after school. The day he didn't arrive Tyler blew up. It's funny to see him worried about Craig.
Right now, I'm seated on the only bench on the rooftop. Most people don't sit up here, mainly because of the multiple suicides that happen every year, but sometimes it's because of the weather. I will admit, it's been a little rainy lately. But, lucky for me, there's no rain. Since it's an hour after school, most of the clubs have already gathered and are probably practicing something unimportant, but that isn't my business.
"Jon! Let me go!" Sydney cries under my grasp. She never understands how difficult it is to hold her when she's screaming like this.
"Stop squirming!" I scold her. "You're making it harder for me." I explain calmly, keeping my eyes locked on the tree in front of me.
A part of my doesn't want to do this. This is the one Evan cares about, his love, his everything- and I'm taking that away from him.
My eyes dart down to her and for a second my hand relaxes a little and released her hair slightly. My fingers drum over the knife's cold surface and my heart begins to thump repeatedly.
Haha, too bad I'm supposed to be Evan's everything.
She gleams up at me with a look of terror and I clench my fist against her hair and tug her upwards. She gulps and closes her eyes, as if pretending this is a dream. She begins to cry, which annoys me. Who wants a wet face at their funeral?
I shush her and gently glide the blade across her cheek, making her whimper. "Stupid girl." I whisper, sending a chill down her spine. "Haven't you ever been taught to stay away from what's not yours?"
She shakes her head almost violently and shivers widely. I'd almost feel bad for her if I was someone else. Evan. My smile is enough to make her terrified and at this point I've grown impatient. "Shush, Sweetheart." I whisper again, smiling at her, almost sweetly. "It'll all be over soon."
"Jon!" She begs. "We can talk about this-"
Do you know that moment when you're so angry you just have to release all your rage at one time? Maybe a person or object, but it helps. In science class I was always taught that emotions were just chemicals. What chemical triggers rage?
"I said shut up!" I snap at her, the smile fading from my face. I so desperately wanted to feel the warmth of her scarlet blood racing down my arm, to hear her scream and cry, I so desperately wanted to rob her of her own life and claim the amazing, handsome boy who was meant to belong with me from the start.
It was like a reflex when the knife bashed her skull, and for a second I couldn't comprehend my actions for a second. How silly of me for daydreaming at a moment like this! Her lifeless body immediately collapsed onto the tiled floor and I almost started crying tears of pure happiness as the rush of my victory came sprinting at me. The satisfaction of her bits of brain spilling out of her small skull and the gallons of blood pouring out of the open wound brought happiness to me.
I carefully placed the knife to my side and crouched down beside her. Poor girl, for she had passed with her eyes wide open! Too bad those pretty green eyes will be rotten soon!
I gently caressed her hair and whispered silently. "Oh, how messy your hair is, pretty girl!" I said aloud, tracing the outlines of her face. Ignoring the bloody mess, I gathered her in my arms and quietly hummed to myself. Her little school uniform was all bloodied and battered, at least it wasn't anything from her closet. That would be a hard stain to get out!
I spin around gleefully, her barely heavy corpse weighing in my arms as the sweet scent of the blossoms caressed the scene and gently blew her hair from her face. A little bit of her brain fell from her poor head and onto my shoe, but I didn't mind. Her silence was enough to make even the universe melt!

--- Two Years Later ---
Evan turned to me from the backseat of his dark Mustang. We had driven up to the mountains for a day to take a small trip to enjoy all that nature gave us and what was yet to be destroyed.
Our hands were clasped together and his heartbeat was music to my ears. The soft fabric of his red jacket caressed my pale face and I found myself melting into him.
"Do you know what happened to Sydney?" He asked out-of-the-blue. This question made me smile to myself. An image of her pretty little brains stuck out in my head and I replayed the moment I spoke my last farewell as my hands released her cold body into the warm atmosphere of the dark furnace behind the school. "She disappeared one day."
I smiled and looked up at my beautiful boyfriend who's chocolate eyes danced in the sweet moonlight. "I heard she moved." I replied casually. I should've been in drama in high school, now that I think about it! I've always been good at acting, if you count lying in that category.
His gorgeous smile warmed my blood and he leaned it to kiss my lips. Of course I moved toward him and we met in the middle. I smiled throughout the beautiful moment and pulled away gratefully. He smiled at me and connected our gazes. "Well, whatever happened to her, I'm glad it happened."

"Me too."