Trust Me (IzayaxReader)

In the Closet

       The day had passed by sooner than you had anticipated and now you were sitting at your desk and organizing the students homework. The majority of your classes were doing well with your typical few that needed to study more. You quickly made red marks over grammatical errors, spelling, and the misuse of past and present tenses. The last couple of days since your arrival had been rather eccentric so doing paperwork was almost a recreational pass time for you. You needed some normalcy in your life. With a smile, you packed up your work into your backpack and started to head out to go back home.

As you walked down the halls, you began to get flashbacks of your time at Raira when you were younger.

It seems like almost yesterday.

You peered into each classroom and saw giggly girls, boys who tried to get their attention, and overall everyone was conversing with each other. As you turned the corner, your eyes spotted the Janitor's closet. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but walk towards it as memories came flooding to you.

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"Izaya!"

You turned your attention to a fellow classmate of yours following Izaya. Her name was Karen and she was a foreigner exchange student from London. She had long curly black hair with vibrant green eyes and a lovely complexion. Izaya spun around on his heel to face her, patting her head. You didn't know why but it made you irritated. You saw him mouth something to her and she suddenly got red faced and ran away; when Izaya turned back around, his eyes met with yours and he smiled.

"(Name)! How's my favorite human?"

You rolled your eyes and decided to just ignore him to go back into your classroom. You knew Izaya would follow you anyways but it wasn't like you were complaining. For some reason, a part of you liked the attention he sometimes gave you. It irritated you how he had you wrapped around his little finger and he knew it. However, that didn't mean you couldn't play hard to get.

    You sat down a lone seat by the window, hoping one of your friends wouldn't come by too soon. Izaya slid right into the seat in front you; he rested his elbow on your desk as he propped his head onto his palm. He stared at you with a cheeky grin on his face as usual.

"What do you want, Izaya?"

"Aw, is (Name) mad at me? But what did I do to her?" He was pretending to be hurt as he pouted at you.

"I just don't get why you bother me so much," you crossed your arms. "You have all your little followers that will do whatever it takes to get your attention. I mean look at Karen, she's like your lap dog."

"This is too funny!" Izaya burst out laughing. "You're jealous too!"

You blinked rapidly, growing embarrassed by what he had said. "What do you mean I'm jealous too?"

He wiped away a stray tear. "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You rolled your eyes and abruptly got out of your seat. "Well, you know what I'll just find this Karen girl myself and see what your problem is."

"(Name), just calm down."

"Make me," you scoffed.

     You marched out of the classroom where you saw a flurry of black curls disappear around the corner of the hall. Great, she was watching you two. At least now you could find her faster since lunch time was almost over. Almost every student was back in class except for Karen. You could hear Izaya walking behind you so you decided to make a break for it. You don't know why you were acting so crazy but you needed to get all these stupid thoughts out of your head because there was no way you were going to succumb to Izaya's mind tricks.