This Isn't Love (Yandere boys x reader)

This Stupid Guy...

There we were. Me, Steph, and Oliver, occupying a new corner of the club as we stupidly danced the night away. Steph was dancing with me, then switching to Oliver, then Oliver to me. It was like we were throwing each other around. Steph never seemed like the jealous type, which I could see by house calm she was towards her boyfriend and I dancing. I didn't see anything by it, just innocent dancing. We all seemed to having such good times, but deep down I felt scared. Because whenever I have a good time, something bad... Always lurks around the corner.

"I love this song!" Oliver shouted as a song I've never heard before played.

Steph gasped loudly, "YEAH! THIS IS MY FAVORITE!" Her smile widened as she started to dance slowly to the beat. She and Oliver were singing, taking parts from the two singers. "Only thing about flames that bright, is they tend to make mine seem darker."

"Did you know you on fire?" They bursted out laughing. I joined, seeing them flirt was actually pretty adorable. 'I would say young love, but I dont know if that would fit.' I ended my laugh with a giggle thanks to my messed up brain. The song switched, now playing a slower song. Steph looked at me for approval, to which I nodded my head while smiling. She and Oliver rocked on their feet while hugging like it was a high school dance. I took my drink and took another sip when I felt my feet leave the ground. I gasped out, clearly not loud enough. I squirmed, watching the two disappear. My vision cut, and I could barely breath by the death like grip of this person.

"Your so light~" I heard from behind, the voice resembled a male's. I tried to hit him, but found it useless. I continued to struggle until I was dropped onto the ground. "Now then..." I heard as I observed my surroundings. I was in an alleyway, the ground was cold and quickly spreading the sensation through my body. "So, I have strict orders!" The voice was so familiar but he sounded drunker than I remember. 'George...?' There was silence as I hoisted myself up, I was weaker than I thought I was. "You're cuter than I thought, and thats not the drunk talking!" He giggled as he kicked my down again.

"Augh!" The noise escaped my mouth as fell back down.

"I'm sorry cutie, but I think its time for you to- *hic* -go sleepy time." Before I could process his words, I blacked out by a blow to the head.

"yes..."

"...Waking..."

"Shit...something...It"

"...Trying!-"

"Wah...?"

"...MOVE!"

My eyes opened as the ringing in my head progressed. "Wah..." I rubbed my head as I sat up in bed. I didn't bother to check my phone as I threw my feet o to the floor and hobbled towards the door. I needed some Advil for the monster headache I had. As I walled down the stairs Andy and Lisa were watching something together.

"Look who's finally up! You must of drank a lot seeing as Jason dragged you home." Andy laughed. I froze in my spot as he chuckled.

"Jason...?" I spoke, straining my voice.

"Yeah, he said he found you wondering the streets. He brought you home."

"Good thing too, we were getting worried." Lisa spoke, sighing in relief. I couldn't comprehend what they meant. My head was pounding, and my memory of the night before was fuzzy. "You must be hungover after drinking so much."

"I never took you for a law breaker, (Y/n). Underage drinking, but I can't complain; I had my first beer at 12-" He stopped when he was elbowed in the side.

"Andy, please stop." Lisa shook her head, ending the conversation. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the Advil from the top of the fridge. I downed two pills and slowly made my way back to my room. My body ached, and the back of my head was throbbing. 'What happened...? I know I didn't drink that much. I know the rules, and I am underage. I only had that one small drink...' As I sat on my bed I tried to put together my night. 'I remember getting in Steph's car, and meeting Oliver. We went to the club, he bought me and Steph some drinks... And that guy!' My eyes widened as I began to remember more. 'That idiot kept kitting on me, and we had to move. We were dancing when I was picked up... And everything couldn't see.' I reached for my phone. 'Then I blacked out, I can't remember anything else.' I turned it on and realized how many texts and calls I missed.