Six Loves. Six Stories.
THE DECISION IS YOURS.
Kyren, your old babysitter hasn't seemed to age a day since last seeing you. Then again, the last time you saw him, his teeth were in someone's throat.
Johnny, the new kid in school. Girls are obsesse...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE] Wow, you guys really seemed to like Stryker...(honestly he was a last minute idea but shit if you guys love him...)
Anyway, I decided that the introduction of a rival to each respective Yandere would be quite interesting...so I did! I figured Wade would be the easiest for Stryker, so here we go!
(A WEEK AFTER THE DEATH OF AMY MANSON) (STRYKER'S POV)
I opened my window, crawling out of my room and off to the rooftop. My dad and I just left the reading of my mom's will (which apparently she had left damn near everything to me). He was a mess, but I just wanted to get a smoke. I pulled a cigarette from my suit pocket, reaching for a lighter when I felt my phone vibrate. I smiled. It was (y/n). I hadn't been to school in forever; she was probably getting worried. Those middle-class girls are always worrying about their "education"
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"Roy!" I growled under my breath. I didn't want to talk to my dad right now. I was busy with (y/n), and I really didn't care to hear him grieve over someone I just murdered. I rolled my eyes and went back inside, being sure to take a long drag before heading downstairs.
My dad was a guy in his mid-thirties with dark hair like mine and blue eyes that always seemed to be stressed out about something. He was always dressed business formal unless he was about to go to bed, which was about the only real problem with him. Most teens would complain about having a detached parent being out of the country all the time on business, but I had no issue with it. He stayed out of my way (generally) and I stayed out of his. My dad was the breadwinner of the family undoubtedly, but too naïve for his own good. Paying for my Corvette and my mother's horny escapades was probably one of many faults he hardly took the time to notice.
"Yeah Dad?" I said, scratching my head and messing up my hair. He was standing near the garage door, a sad smile on his face. For once, he was just dressed in business casual. He stared at my cigarette for a little while, but quickly stopped, trying not to disappoint me.
"H-Hiya son." He said, his voice shaky. He had been crying.
"Uh...hey Dad." I said uncomfortably. He folded his arms.
"H-How's school?" Dad asked.
"Fine." I replied bluntly.
"L-Listen...my car needs a repair. If you want, we can do it together. Like father and son." He said. My ears perked up.
His car? Another chance of foul play. I'd need some help from Wade though...
(TIME SKIP, TWO HOURS LATER)
I slid under my dad's car, a monkey wrench in my teeth as I looked around. Rock music was blaring through my Bluetooth speakers, and having Wade here really made me feel at ease. He would hand me tools every once in a while, working on the hood above me.
Wade and I had been childhood friends since I beat up this kid who was bullying him in kindergarten. He's the one who started calling me Stryker after all. He was known for hanging out with me and all of his piercings, from the gauges to the eyebrow. He was also known to be kind of a fuckboy, but he didn't seem to mind the tail that came around all the time. Whatever he was dishing out had to be good; no matter how the girls complained and called him a fuckboy, they still (most of the time secretly) came crawling back with their panties around their ankles.
"Gotta say Stry, you're taking the death of your mother pretty well." He said casually. "Everything cool?"
"I've been waiting for her to drop dead for a while now. She's a cheating old crone." I told him. He laughed, looking under the car at me.
"Someone needs a blunt. No wonder that girl gets so panicky over you." Wade said, standing back up.
"You talked to her?" I asked, trying not to sound snappish. I didn't want anyone talking to her, not even my best friend. No one matters to me more than that girl...
Sweet, innocent (y/n)... Oh, I didn't deserve such a pure thing... Oh well. She was mine anyway.
"Well, someone had to tell her where you went after you didn't go to the party." He said. "She looked good that night. Never seen her like that."
"Wade..." I said in a warning tone.
"I get it. Time under that damn car is making you bitter. Let's switch, I'll be on the bottom this time." He said, kneeling down. I rolled my eyes and slid out from under the car, glaring at him.
"Don't make this bromance more gay that it already is." I told him. Either way, my work underneath was done. Hopefully he didn't notice I had toyed with the exhaust a bit for...future...purposes.
I stood up and stretched, sighing contentedly as I heard the pops in my back. Wade just rolled his eyes and got down on the creeper, sliding underneath the car. I looked under the hood, immediately getting to work and undoing parts of the engine and dismantling certain parts.
Here was the plan: -Convince him to go out -Trick him into car and start the engine -Piss him off -Get him into a fight with me -Make it look like me or him -Once again, walk away innocent
Motive? The will signed almost everything to me. Means? Tricking his son.
"I'm just saying, if things don't work out, I won't be afraid to catch her off the rebound."
My eyebrow twitched. How could he say that about such a beautiful creature? Gentle and kind, not like my whore mother. I could hold her close for the rest of our lives and never be happier.
"Stry-Roy! You home? Roy?"
I was so distracted that I didn't even notice her walk up my driveway, wearing some anime t-shirt and jeans. My eyes widened and I shut the hood, hiding my work and slinging a dirty towel over my shoulder.
"(Y-Y/n)?! What the hell are you doing just walking out here?!" I said, beginning to walk over to her. I nearly tripped over a series of wires, letting out a string of profanity that she laughed at.
"I just walked over here. What's so bad about that?" She said, smiling innocently. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"You won't be, walking through a neighborhood like this!" I chided. "That sidewalk you just came over here on? That's where most meth deals take place. Why didn't you just call me?" I didn't care about the neighborhood. Honestly, I couldn't care less.
It was the fact that Wade was here.
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ALRIGHTY THEN!!! You guys seem to like Stryker, so needless to say I'll keep you guys posted on him. Till then, I'll be working on a chapter for Johnny, possibly Kyren and Arran.
